Judge — October 7, 1905 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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IT WASN'T SOUP. A NUMBER of com- plaints having been sent to an energetic pub- lic official re- specting the poor quality of food offered to the inmates of a certain insti- tution, he final- ly lost patience and determined to see for him- self, and at once, whether the matter were really as press- ing as repre- sented. = Approach- JUDGE'S FAVORITES. ing the institu- BESSIE D. VOIE IM "THE ROGERS BROTHERS IN Set IRELAND." tion in ques- ‘The sparkle of these autumn days tion at about Is resting on the hills; the noon hour, Old summer, worn out, goes her ways And leaves us with our bills. begmetiat the door of the ‘That's why we rush to see your show— kitchen two Viner ae aa fobhte muscular men Indorsing said bills, i bearing a cov- ered and steam- ing caldron into the courtyard, ++ Place that here !" the official ordered brusquely. «+ Get me a spoon !” was the next order. The man who brought the spoon was about to speak, but was harshly silenced before he could utter a word, «+ Raise the lid !* The two men were intimidated by the curtness of the func- tionary as the latter dipped the spoon and took a mouthful. «Bah !" he shouted, relieving his mouth of the liquid. «Do you tell me that you call that soup? It tastes to me like dirty wate: : “So it is, sir,” responded one of the men respectfully. «* We have just scrubbed the scullery floor !" A FOINE COUNTHRY ‘TIS, SURE. A NEWLY-ARRIVED Irish gentleman, walking along lower Broadway, New York, was almost upset by a huge black dog which dashed out from a side street. The enraged man instinct- ively stooped down and grabbed a cobble to fling at the cur, but found them all tight in the ground. & Sr ‘+A folne. counthry THE REALISTIC PAINTER AND THE STILL-LIFE TROUT. tis, sure,” he ex- claimed angrily, A VERSATILE EXCUSE. Hawhere) this dogs QN MY way to church one morning I passed two little newsboys who is let loose an’ th’ , : ; : : Renee stood beside a third, watching him work devastation on a big, red- ses toud farst" cheeked apple, At last one could no longer control the excess of craving HIS PREFERENCE, ‘hat came over him as he covetously observed the demonstrations of gastro- ; ; nomic pleasure with which the eater greedily embellished his repast. S6QAY, Dick, don’t go é acre ts rea + Plaze give me wan boite—jist wan!" he begged. cot es ++ Naw,’ was the answer, interspersed with noisy «« chawnks "and mad- tra has a fine sélection ; yi Pa . 4 Serect"odening, long-drawn intakes of luscious juice; ‘‘naw. Me maw said 1 for this intermission. “Thanks; but T think Iwill take the play dassn’t.” Quick as a wink the suppliant saw through the wily subterfuge and ankht retorted, 8 “Thin me maw ‘ll say Oi dassn’t th’ nixt toime Oi hov wan. $+ }{OW are his_mor- FOOD FOR A CAT. als?” ‘AID Farmer Jones, “My cat will starve ; EXPLAINING A MISS. “Why, they'd gain Stn J Na een ie) Wnuie—" Sure, I hit de bird. Dis a Bn fusie—"' Sure, a rd him entrance to the best «Your been’ le Acll af(kayi mala fs an ‘elephant gun’ an’ blows such a small geme all ter powder,” society.” “And sure the cat(tle) eat it.” comicbooks.com