Judge — July 22, 1911 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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He’s done been ca’yin’ on plumb scannalous wif a lot of dese yeh young niggah gals, an’ it’s got so baad twill I don’ see him no moah’n once a week. Sompin's gottah be did!" “H'm! Isee,”’ said the judge. ‘You seeking a divorce—a legal separa- is that it?” 10 ‘long, man! Divo'ce nothin’! Think I’s gwine t’ gib him what he wants, and ‘low dat man who, 'spite all his cussedness, is de han’somest niggah in Coon Tree Holler, t’ go skyhootin’ roun’ ’mong dem little yaller gals? N’, sah! I doan’ want no divo’ce, n'r dat legal septitution you-all’s talkin’ about. N’, sah, jedge. What I wants is an in- junction.”’—Current Literature. The Littlest She Could Find.—Figg— “Talk about green servant girls! My wife told ours to put a little nutmeg in the custard she was making this after- noon."” Fogg—''And she didn't do it?”’ Figg—'‘Oh, yes, she put a little nut- meg in, all right! I came near choking over the blame thing.’’—Boston Tran- script. 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[Speculation in first editions and works of art is said to be taking the place of bridge and horse- racing in the United States.] WALL STREET. Rembrandats spurted a point yesterday afternoon, on rumors that ‘*The Mill’’ had changed hands at $600,000; a cargo of three hundred tons of fresh old mas- ters is expected from Europe. The “Duchess of Milan’’ is quoted at $250,- 000 taken and offered. Corots sagged, and Turners were banged heavily by the bears. Velasquezes jumped instantly on London buying and were healthy and strong on the wing all day. MSS. of Handel's sacred works drooped to nothing, first editions of Strauss and Wagner feverish, Beet- hovens Ordinary dull, Mendelssohns A nervy Paradise Losts crumbled, but Hamlets and Othellos boomed on fresh wires from the Shakespeare Exploration Syndicate, whose mining expert reported having struck a new reef of code first editions. These last ran up hurriedly on the rumor that Mr. Pierpont Morgan was getting her a complete collection of the bard’s works, regardless of expense, and any refuse having any resemblance to an old copy was worked off on outsiders at enhanced figures.—London Punch. A Church Happening. A funny thing happened to a young lady who was attending her chure! few Sundays ago. Sitting directly fore her was a tall, well-dres stranger, with a piece of raveling hang- ing down his back, over his collar. Be- ing a young lady of accommodating turn, one of those warm-hearted, good girls who grow to be motherly ladies, a frierd to everybody, she thought how glad she would be if some kind-hearted girl would do as much for her father if he should come to church with a raveling hanging down his back. Besides, the thing worried her because of the uncouth appearance presented. So, as the congregation arose for prayer, she concluded to pull it off. Carefully raising her hand, she gave it a little twitch, but there was more of the thread appearing. Setting her t she gave another pull, and about ay more hung down his neck. That getting embarrassing, but with a re: solve to do or die she gave another yank, and discovered that she was unraveling his underwear. Chloroform would not have alleviated her suffering nor a pint of powder have hidden her blushes when the gentleman turned to see what was tickling his back.—Jermyn (Tex.) Enterprise. Summer girls mostly have very wintry heart affairs—N. Y. Press. — Unexcelled with Lemonade, 4 Whisky. Indispensable for C. Blache & Co., 78 Broad St.. N.Y., Gen'l Distrs. comicbooks.com