Judge — August 8, 1903 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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SS FORESTALLING FATE. HE employes of the prosperous man are gathered for a con- ference. “T have a tip,” says one of them, “that the old gouge we work for is planning to reduce salaries all around, as well as to discharge about half the force.” “Let's strike,” suggests another. That would be all the same in Dutch to him,” as- serts a third.” It is apparent, however, that they must immediately take some steps to protect their salaries and their situa- tions. “Thave it!” exclaims a thoughtful man, «Give it to us,” ask several. “The old pinch-penny has a birthday to- morrow. Let us chip in and buy him a hand- some watch, and have it engraved to the effect that it is a token of our heartfelt esteem to a kind A CORRECT SURMISE. THE HUMAN FAILING. Toumy Owt—"*Confound it, Jimmy! | wish to goodness you'd keep to your end of the limb! You'll have me out of bed in a minute.”” and liberal employer, and wish him many years of prosperity.” And so they did accordingly, and saved their wages and their jobs, although the prosperous employer was pretty mad when he realized that it would be the height of ingratitude in him to carry out’ his policy of retrenchment after such an evidence of their loyalty. Diplomacy has defiance skinned both ways from the jack. DONKEYISHNESS. THERE once was an arrogant donkey, Who said, “I'd climb trees like a monkey And startle the world, If my tail would stay corld And I wasn't so dreadfully chonkey.” THE ONE HE GOT. +6 OLD Biggsby seems to be all cut up because young Medoogus is going to marry his daughter.” “Yes. He says Medoogus has taken the flower of his flock.” Scrisster—'' So your rich uncle Jack is dead at last?” “Huh! She's the oldest of eight, and she’s Sracen—" Yea: but how did you know?" Scrusster—" Why, | see you up Dolly Shakalegge's.”” MAMMY’S DREAM OF REST. HEN I go home ter glory, I ‘spec’ ter be all drest, ‘An crawl up ter de fountain An’ jes’ set dar an’ rest. Dar won't be no mo’ washin’, No ironin’ on nex’ day Jes! settin’ roun’ an’ restin’, Watchin’ de angels play. No gittin’ up nex’ mawnin’, No gwine ter bed at night ; ffin’ ter do but set dar An’ jes! res’ in de light. Mebbe sum great white Cris'mus Mought come erlong sum day, An’ Gabr'el den mought ax me Ter bresh de clouds away. But dat wo'd be laik dancin’, An’ Gabr’el den wo'd say, sit back dar in yo'r rest-pl Nuffin’ ywine on ter-day. An’ den, de harpers harpin’ In robes ob golden lace, We'll sing out, Dinner 's ready! Cum up an’ taik yo'r place.” wwe taken down his picture from above your fireplace and put ‘| been on the anxious list for ten years.” "I guess Biggsby means the wall-flower.” st m0 Wil: \ h K DRAWING THE LINE. Say, Chimmile, I loves you wid a consumin’ passion. | 1'"— Now, dat'll do fer you. One plate uv cream is all yer'll git ter-night.”" Juuure comicbooks.com