Judge — January 27, 1906 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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HIS NARROW ESCAPE. Tue eacheLor—" Great Caesar's ghost! to think that 1 was once engaged to her myself!" PHILOSOPHY OF A PLUTOCRAT. DOLLARS and sense should always go together. Never sign a promissory note or gushing love- letter. Money may be the root of all evil, but how we do like herbs ! When a millionaire’s son turns out a useful citizen the world gasps in amazement. Workmen are the busy bees, and Wall Street is the farmer who calmly harvests the honey, Riches will not bring you to heaven, but they sometimes bring heaven right down to you on earth, There's a reason why poets make + money” rhyme with such delightful things as sunny” and «honey.”* ‘What will we do with our millionaires? Auto accidents and trust investigations will soon solve that problem. No titled persons in this land, eh? Don't foreign noblemen marry our heiresses for their titles—to good real estate? The worst of it is that a rich man cannot say *Good-morning " to a pretty girl without facing a breach-of-promise suit. Women make their fiancés give up such expensive habits as smoking and drinking, but cling right on to the matinée and bon-bon habit. PETER PRY SHRVLIN. STUCK TO HER COLORS. C!S MARY had 2 little lamb, Some little onions, too. She mixed them up within a pot And called it Irish stew. ‘Then Mary had a little feast, And then—'twixt me and you— Ob, Mary had a little thirst, And it was Irish, too. MARGARET ERSKINIL LISTLESS. HE laundry-wagon driver was going down street in the most agonized and perturbed state of mind. Yet he was utterly listless. Do you ask, gentle reader, how that .could be? He had just discovered that in some man- ner he had managed to lose every laundry-list that had been sent out with him. Therefore he was perturbed because of his listlessness. PROOF POSITIVE. HE'LL marry me some day, I know, Although she vows that she won't; For when I was asked to sing to-night She whispered, ‘+ For my sake—don't.”” Eliane Inctam—' Binctau- HORROR! [™ WAS a church sociable, and for the entertainment and instruction of the guests the committee had prepared some slips of paper on which were printed a word-puzzle—that is, a little story was told, with certain words indicated by blanks. The guests were expected to fill in the blanks with the proper words, and the one succeeding in guess- ing nearest the total number of words correctly should have the prize. After the’slips had been filled they were read by their holders. In its puzzle shape the slip bore something like this : ar the waters of the Mediterranean a —— old man wearing —— ragged coat was walking along the — way. He was ap- proached by a —~ man who asked him, ‘What is your —— nation- ality?” To which the — old man replied, Go to and you will find out.’ Whereat the — man," etc., ete. Most of the contestants had succeeded in filling the blanks so that the anecdote read pleasingly—some of them were even funny ; but the shocking surprise of the evening came when the young son of the local livery-man arose and read his effort. He was stopped after the second sentence, it being evident that he had not thoroughly grasped the proposition. He had replaced the blanks with swear-words. Tattooed lady larried life doesn’t seem to agree with the glass-eater. He looks bad. Wonder what's the matter ?” Sword-swallower— He confessed to me the other day that he was trying his best to get used to eating his wife's sponge-cake.” EVIDENTLY DIDN'T SEE HIM. professor, there, maintains that a woman can't see a Joke."” Why, his wife isn't blind, is she?"