Judge — October 31, 1908 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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NOTES FROM THE BASSWOOD BUGLE. RS. J. FRISBY M FRINK, the leader of our smart. set, says the people of this town ain't got any pol- ish; but she is somewhat mistaken, as William Tibbitts, our congenial groceryman, got in three dozen boxes of it last week. Hank Teeter stole Constable Ezra Hand’s star to patch up a hole in his tin roof with, and crime is rampant, as the constable ain't able to make any arrests at this writin’. By gravy! judgin’ by the pictures of them high-toned society wim- men in evenin’ gowns, their husbands can’t be If 1 weren't made for just one trade, And if my youth weren't past, I'd be a traveling salesman, able to make much more And you'd be in the cas than a bare livin’ for them. Chet Binks, our paper-hanger, has got a job paperin’ Amos Butts’s hearse, the lath and plaster havin’ been some cracked up durin’ the race home from James Spink’s funeral last week. Durin’ the long dry spell this fall Grandpa Bibbins’s bald head got all cracked up on the scalp, and the first rain was very welcome to him, as he says he was gettin’ some hot-headed. A drummer from York was through here last week, representin’ a nursery firm. He didn’t do much business, as most of the folks around here have got about all the kids they want, Last time Hod Peters was down to York he got his hair cut, and when he got home nobody knowed him, No Pinkleton detective could have penetrated his disguise. William Tibbitts sold Hank Tumms three yards of Turkish towelin’ the other day, thinkin’ it was tripe, Hank said there "t much taste to it when it was cooked up, but not bein’ much say, could [get h-what the WHEN CAT MEETS CAT. I hear you have been talking about me.” * Madam, you flatter yourself.” Mrs. Dig Mrs, Cutting. acquainted with tripe or towels holler. When they pass the hat at our meetin’ house, the droppin’ of the coin makes almost as much noise as a snow-storm. The last time Chet Binks was down to York to visit his wife's folks, he had to sleep in a foldin’ bed, He had some trouble foldin’ it up after gettin’ into it, but he says it was nice and warm, although some cramped. The flat Chet’ folks live in is so small that his sis ter-in-law can play the p with one hand and fry exis w the other. Rodney Pinkham, who is at- tendin’ an art school down to York, writes hon he is fine and ce ther, he didn’t dare to make any ner h doi anything: now exce Miss Amy her rat in the dent the other mornin’, sl 1 has her hoir dark er so that it will match the rat Jasper Judd ille sketch entitled ** The “dd Plaster.’ Tt ought to ffee pot by acei now han wrot draw well, One of the valves in Chet Binks’s cornet got froze last winter, and they told breathe in it, after that it pla music. Mrs. gotast him to He done so, and dl intonie . Frisby Prink h ute of Venus fr saloon over in Paris, and has yot ttin’ up in her parlor right It must be both arms is ll through ne in, but couldn't nywhere, Paris is a great place to git stung. ' ms comicbooks.com