Judge — August 19, 1905 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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ZW. Davis THE FOXY JAPS. The MAN wirn THE KEY—'' Get ‘em In quick, boys! Harriman is coming!" MRS. SPROW INVESTIGATES A PIE-WORKS, +4) DEAR,” said Mrs. Sprow the other evening, «here is a story about how our bread is made. It says the men in bakeries are not clean, and I really think I will stop buying baker's bread.” «Now, there you go again!” I exclaimed ; for, much as I dislike to confess it, dear reader, | am Mr. Sprow. That woman is always making discoveries, I have had to quit eating everything I like at one time or another because she has read in some infernal newspaper an * exposure " of unclean methods, the use of fertilizers, poisons, dis- infectants, or some other blamed adulterant. ++ My dear,” I went on, ** this is ‘all foolishness. Bakers are clean—they have to be. They put on spotless raiment, cut their hair short, wear no beards, and when they get at the dough they are so clean they actually make the + dough cleaner than it was before. I saw she was balking, and a brilliant idea occurred to me. Near our mansion in Sub- bubsville is a bakery, and often, late in the evening, I had seen the men working in the bake-room in the basement, the win- dows up and the lights shining bril- liantly; but I had nev- er taken the trouble to look in carefully. Now, I would take that woman down and let her see how neat and precise and + white-wingish” ba- kers are. She agreed, and we strolled down to the cake-foundry and pie-works. As we drew near we saw the men ranged round the big tables. A nearer view showed a NO EVIDENCE OF IT. Harrie—‘*Is that old Mr. Millyuns dead yet?” pas Epwaro—"'I think not. His heirs still notice one another on the street.” ses forest of pie-pans, into which they were flinging little dabs of dough, giving them a sharp whack and a baste with a paddle to flatten them out, and then whirling them away. Mrs. Sprow suddenly seized me by the arm and gave that exclamation of disgust by which women siz- nify that the argument is ended and you've lost. She pointed dramatic- ally at the pie-founders, and then saw. Three of them held cigarettes between their teeth and two were pulling contentedly on their old black pipes. As we turned away I saw a little cloud of ashes and sparks drift down on toa pie from a cigarette. THE FIRST EVER. AMID the new surroundings just outside Eden's portals, soon after the dispossession, Adam was taking an optimistic view of the situation, «Never mind, dear,” said he to Eve, who was busily engaged in re-fashioning a girdle of fig-leaves ; «+ it was a pleasant enough place, I must admit. But, after all, it af- forded us but little more than a bare liv- ing.” Thus was the first joke of history sprung upon an unsuspecting world. THE EVIDENCE AGAINST IT. Citizen—* Hello, Bill! I got a letter from the president the other day.” William—« Yes, you did! How could you get a letter from Roosevelt? You only have two chil- reach | warm way sl cross | though start di liant i¢ have t as you and nic cloud from th are nor our wo —well, antee il Speal barber SHAVI THE seven ¢ maining He tine 17,838 760 me inches ¢ 3.952 1- that th over ar feet, or 10 45,99 comicbooks.com