Judge — October 3, 1908 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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

REFLECTIONS OF UNCLE EZRA. ENFREW BINKS, our station agent, ys that heat expands th sid’ble, and he has got it figured out that it is four miles farther from here to New York in the summer than it is in the wint 3 widders they might b genuine im rman sil Her was ¢ the oth- It knoweth its own m I de know which is the fastest typewriter made, but there are one two blonde ones around our burg that are pretty middlin’ swift. There is only one a wise nuts without put- tin’ butter on them. The Taft and Sherman Marehin’ to takedown — Club of our midst has ag’in Hod arts who knows ertoral Hank Tumms expects to Peters if he can find any petty how to spell it, how to pronoune nt down to Ne the new er at Miss "4 millinery emporium set up and take notice. Hod Peters stole the sheet-iron thun- derstorm from the opry house last York for one of them Grandp: + as anyw in it, as th ‘The common engi Spink to spray ‘tater bugs on his north forty. In our midst, the chief will mail Ja him to send the engine home, The first circus a feller ever sees is al melts just th as rented the to patch up a hole in rest is ns. Everything: seems to be Made in Germany tie Bib- bins expeets to go to Ke AERO FEMS. What's the matter, old man—been ina Milky Way cable, and be- looped the what her finish will be. Purdy ent and Bill Bryan hasn't got any show cither, nly Bill who hax ot a show is Buffalo Bill, Grandpa is id should be writin’ for some almanac, Wyk. MOULTON, t times, 4 IN AFTER YEARS. Mra, Gushington “Do you remember, colonel, the time you nd D refused “M Lton propos . iL ix the one moment of my life that pber with the test pleasure," line by mistake, in your set? Why, we were both born in the same ineah DO ZOnETHING, GREA N's ITEM A man in Petunia drank yg h of . insten ings, he honks, What SONG OF THE CLAM SLOOP. s’ au Migg red Ue im WORK OR TLL Whuh'de elain grows fet on foun’: ar) Shit det tilleh! | Stewly, Jim! "| Jk? det san’ bah loop. D inline det clam fum de riveh rim CE ‘To de hol’ ob de ol? clam sloop, Busy” 00 Your 'DO SOMETHIN : ‘Tack out when de tide am leaben, Drop de anchoh down Sing away de moonlight En pass de jug aroun Sam he wiel’ his ol’ clam knife 2... War. tig the time:t ee En mak’ det rich clam sou Aly childhood days are thfivay! Oh, happy am de clammeh’s life, And now the staring at Abohd de ol’ clam sloop! Ish VICTOR AL HERMANN. comicbooks.com