Judge — October 21, 1905 — page 10: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

COMPULSORY. 46(2OME, who'll have a drink ?" +« [suppose I'll have to.” +“ There's no compulsion about it.” + “Isn't? T guess you don’t know my thirst.” ACQUIESCENCE. Mrs. Snooper —* Oh, James, that ‘Arabian Nights’ set of yours is per fectly frightful! I read one of the stories yesterday, and itiwas, positively indecent. WHY THE DACHSHUND WAS MADE SO LONGITUDINOUS. Such books aren't fit for a home with children in it.” NEVER CLOSE TO HER. Snooper—" Then send 46] 'VE always heard,” the maiden said, i them away. “That he was miserly ; Mrs, Snooper —" But But I must say he’s never been where to—the auction- So very close to me.” room ?”* A POLITE FRESHMAN. tt eaib 10 GRAMMATICAL. Smooper—“No; to \A\/HEN young Meagles took the train for Harvard his father said, a First person singular. boarding-school.” +“ As soon as you find out let me know if you have passed your tm entrance examinations. "* a YELLOW TIMES. Two days later, in the midst of making a heavy deal, he received : 44 [EF DESE ain't de funnies’ times I eber see den I done gone blin’," the following telegram: ++ Yes. J. Meagles, Jr.” r said Toot the other day. Somewhat preoccupied and puzzled, he telegraphed back, ** Yes, h ** Wot's de mattah ?” asked Mr, Hudson, what ?" : a + Yaller," replied Toot ; ++ dat's wot de mattah, Mistah Hudson. The well-trained son wired back, “* Yes, sir.” a Eberyt'ing 's yaller— i HIGH FINANCE. fe THE. office-boy ot the Hotaire & ise dat’s de on- color we yere “bout dese days. Peo- ple fightin’, dey’s yal- Water Syndicate c ler; pick up a paper, comes from the direc- hit’s yaller; man gits tors’ room, where he E de fever, hit's yaller ; has signed notes and [ see a nigger comin’ cheques aggregating ‘ down de street, he's $500,000,000, and f yaller. Hit do beat stops on his way to tn mah time, Mistah speak to the porter. v Hudson—hit sho’ “Say, Bill," he it do!" requests, ‘can you H “ An’ dey’s all lend me a quarter for M S evils, too,” declared Mr. Hudson, lunch-money ?”” + Nix,” responds + Dey is," replied the porter. + You've v Toot; ‘an’ yaller never given me back au evils ter boot, an’ look the dime I let you u lak de whole worl’ 's have for car-fare last K gittin’ dat way, too. July. You can’t bor- . But lemme tell yo" row any money te dis, Mistah Hudson : around here." pe right yere I t'ank de lit Lawd fo" bein’ black, ES FLIRTING te an‘, wot's mo, I's gwine ter stay black.” ‘Ac. MOLCOMEE. HAULED BACK. Shorte—«Chug- ger is just carried away with his auto- mobile.” Sharpe —\ Yes; Perte—« Do you know, love reminds me of radium Filirte—“Why ?” Perte—' There's so little of it.” Flirte—« lt re- minds me of the old stage-coach. and were it not for Perte —* How's Hank Hibbley and his that 2" Filirte —* There two horses he would- n't be back for sev- eral days." PLEASURE TRIP. Wyld —“ Hello, Higbee! Off on a pleasure trip?” Higbee — "Yes. I'm taking my moth- er-in-law back home.” is always room for one more.” Dyer—« Lunder- stand Wyld tried that new doctor for his theumatism. Did he relieve him 2?” Ryer—"Yes—of $500." ne A GRAND BLOW-OUT IN BUGVILLE, comicbooks.com