Judge — July 4, 1908 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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

UNDESIRABLES. HIS sign has been posted by a mul ti-million- book agents, ped- dlers, hucksters, for- cign princes, lords, or dukes allowed on these premises!” 46°THERE’S some- thing on foot.’” “Why do you think #02” “T saw him go- a IMAC JON How that ex | © Day nociety. SE PVON'T give up SEEN AT THE SIGN PAINTER'S. the case, | E DEATH, M.D. boys! | THE JOHN PAUL pensive bigg red. fire- cracker looks to the small boy on Tn: O'REILLY & CALLAHAN, W. J. BRYAN, Dealer in Hot-air Appliane Old Silver Bought and Sold. KOLIC & KRAMP, Contractors, MURPHY & CASEY, Imported Irish Terriers. LEVY & COHEN, Russian Skins. D. ROCKEFELLER, Artist in Oils. J. MONTRESSOR & DEVERE, Birds. ways goes to sleep HMIDT & SON, whenever I call."" Dutch Cl ‘S. AUGUSTUS & CHOLMONDELY, PEOPLE are like Lobsters. hard to manage when MRS. GRUNDY, they get stuck on Newsdealer, samex cannout. themsel ‘THE SOONER THE BETTER. DIDN'T MATTER MUCH. HE love-sick young man ran up the steps and was met at the doom by a very pretty young lady. Constance," he said eagerly, as he held out hand to her, “did you get my letter this morn- ing? “'No,"? carelessiy returned she; “1 presume Vivian took WRECKED IN FAIR WEATHER. Fogs or tempests furnish no excuse this time. “ Vivia swain blus THE WHIMS. fusely. ‘* Why, that letter was addressed to you!”” very glad to hear them say “Yes; but Vivian and I are twins and look alike, you know. I My Julia will re ive my call. Indeed, our most intimate friends often mistake each for the other!" But soon I learn, in grievous “ But your names are nothing alike,” stammered the bewildered Not ake lowe’ bit’atasrall: young man. ‘I wrote * Constance Withers’ very plainly on the out- Her whims, are home to spend the side of that letter. I don't see how day. any such mistake could be made.” “Oh, it wasn't a mistake! Anyhow, it doesn’t make much dif- The d pro- A whim invites my speech to walk Y, In paths it has no right to tread; And if its subtlety I balk, ference.” J, Denounces what I would have “What? Constance, that letter UY, said, contained more than you think! In Had I not been too wise to talk. jt | made apology for my too ardent A whim regards my sports as slow, actions before you last night; and, Though formed for favor in her furthermore, I sent it to ask you if— eyes if you would be my Another claims my tastes are low ; But it belonged to Vi One speaks its mind about my tien: “Are you crazy? I beg pardon! And every whim is armed with I meant—Goodness gracious! how has Vivian anything to do with a," the lettet Because when you made love last night you mistook Vivian THE PERRY OF THE FUTURE. have met the enemy, and they are ours—six append: ine adenoids, seven ligatures, four resections, twelve But still, despite their tyranny, My rising wrath I choke and stay, Because this chance I si Some whim in height of whimsy —¢¢ Ww may Open my Julia's heart to me. LAYTON WREWEE nil comminuted fractures, two laparotomies, and one phlebotomy. “Currem, M.D.” UB down the brass of your di position with the polish of THE LAWRENCE OF THE FUTURE. H JONES OF THE ‘Arps. FUTURE. 66 QURRENDER! Why, I have not yet begun to op- erate!” THE FARRAGUT OF THE FUTURE. 66 T)AMN the baci li! Go ahead! DEFINED. 660 you have a nodding ac- ntance with “Yes. She al- postage stamps comicbooks.com