Judge — December 8, 1906 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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NOT SO SCARED AS HE SEEMED. A smart young drummer was driving hi: hired team along a difficult bit of| Wyoming road when he overtook a rather dignified old gentleman who was walk- in the direction in which he was driving. “Have a lift?” inquired “our Mr, Simpson ” genially. “Thank you, sir"; and the old gen- tleman took a seat in the buggy beside the drummer, The team happened to be a pair of half-broken broncos—a fact upon which the drummer enlarged gleefully as he slackened the lines and gave the horses their heads a trifle. They were off ata jump, and as the buggy swung violently around a curve, the old gentleman was all but thrown out—to the great amuse- ment of the smart young drummer. When this occurred a second time the old gen- tleman said politely, “If it is all the same to you, sir, I should be obliged if you would drive a litle more slowly.” “Oh, if you are afraid,” sneered the young man unpleasantly, “ perhaps you had better do the drivin; The old gentleman looked at him for a moment with a look in his eyes which the drummer never forgot. “Perhaps you are right, sir,” he said, with the utmost politeness, as he took the lines. Then he reached for the whip in the whip-socket, and, leaning over the dash-board, he lashed first one bronco and then the other. “Are you afraid, sir?” he demanded, turning upon the drummer ; but before the terrified drummer could reply he threw both lines out of the buggy, and the run- away horses, with the lines dragging, tore around the curves at a pace at which “our Mr. Simpson" never had ridden. Both men were thrown out and the 7 buggy splintered. The old gentleman, the first to arise from the wreck, stood (Reg. U.S. Pat. Off) over the prostrate drummer as he returned to consciousness, and again demanded, * Are you afraid, sir 2” The smart young man learned ulti mately that his passenger was Major Wol- ton, whose reckless courage is a by-word throughout Wyoming.—Caroline Lock- hart in Lippincott’ s. SURE. The average man thinks that if he had his life to live over again he might be almost as rich as Rockefeller.—Somer- ville Fournal. Const lied by Pa Tiled” and all firt-class grocers. pesDesessupted by 165 Duane Streets New York. . If you are an ale drinker and Know that Drink Al ‘ood, pure ale gives strength as well as satis- e e ¢ faction to the man who drinks it, then drink P.B. Only pure malt and hops go into the brew. Eighty-five years’ experience goes into the brewing. A Success recog- nized and patronized by every lover of good ale. In bottle or on draught. Brewed at BUNHER HILL BREWERIES, Boston, M: A FITTING PUNISHMENT. THERE’S THE RUB. A TRUST BUBBLE, Famous “Here's something about the Dutch| No; Roosevelt and the Emperor Wil-| “I see that England is to have a $75,- stealing one of the Philippine islands. | liam will never meet.” 000,000 soap trust.” wonder what Uncle Sam will do aboutit?"| —« Why not?" “Whew! Let Britannia put that in For Its ++ Well, it would serve them right ifhe| «Well, which would be giving the au-| her pipe and blow it !"—£xchange. |refused to take it back.” — Cleveland | dience ? '—Courier- Fournal. coeeeeeand Plain Dealer. TOO LATE. . Quality STRANGE INGREDIENT. Friend (warningly)—" You had better RESOURCEFUL. Veast—* Nearly 70,000 tons of cork are | keep away from that frisky young widow, “Let never wineglass touch your lips,”| needed for the bottled beer and arated |Greene, my boy. She'll have her finger My pa has made this law. waters consumed annually in Britain.” |in your affairs the first chance she gets." I cannot disobey him, so, Grimsonbeak— Cork ought to make| Victim (despondently)—* She's got her Bar-tender, add a straw. a very light beer.” — Yonkers States-| finger in my engagement ring already." —Princeton Tiger, | won, Baltimore American, 20TH CENTURY LIMITED —yaryentcintea ane Lake Shoe. Sold by Leadt Dealers Kverywhere comicbooks.com