Judge — June 12, 1920 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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Se rr every near them, was Dr. Benjamin Blibber. As 5 Tuesday evening, he was embalming himself. And, by his ecstatic smile, it was evident, even to the Albino detective, that the happy doctor was intoxicated with his success. An Accomplished Rat By Joux EF. Rosse ILEY GREEN, who is known throughout the southwest as an auctioneer of fine cattle, employs in his household a venerable negro named Uncle Phil Riley, knows just how the colored man’s mind works, and he frequently amuses himself with his insight. Two days atter Mr. Green had returned from a trip to Segui exas, where he had visited with George Lillard, a cattleman, he drew from his pocket what he told Uncle Phil was a letter from Mr. Lillard. | “Now, listen to this, Uncle Phil,” he said, = “because it will need your careful attention Ae:) My dear Riley: Lam returning herewith your check for ten dollars which you paid me for the rat. Now, although this rat has an ex- e and can carry all the popular in, re F airs, it has recently become so vicious that I would not like to let a friend have it. Only yesterday it sprang up and bit one of my men severely on the car. I am, however, talk- ptional voi sending you by express today a you ing rat, You will find this creature excep- tionally gifted, and a delightful companion about the house, if you treat it just as you would a member of the family. If, a have tried out the rat thoroughly, just as [ represent it to be, you may send | me your check for five dollars ( . Sincerel Georce Littarp.” \ yours, “So, Uncle Phil, I want you to go di to the express office and get this rat and take WH Draven byt care of it just as Mr. Lillard says until I back from St. Louis. I've just pack my grip and catch the train “Wait a minute, Marse Riley,” Uncle Phil. “Whut is dat you tellin’ me "bout a singin’ rat an’ a talkin’ rat?” “Just what Mr. Lillard he’s not send the rat because it’s a bad animal, but h young talking rat.’ “Atalkin’ rat?) Wh-whut wouk “Why,” explained Mr. be lying on your bed in the morning and ing rat might climb up and play e to wake you up. Then he Uncle Phil. e is sending the frier young tal with your n might say: ‘Good morning How did vou rest last night?’ Yassuh, he might say, Une’ Phil,’ but ef he said be whar I could heah it “Well,” said Mr. Gre little cu id ru with you * Nawsuh, he wouldn't,” was the emphatic rejoinder f dat rat ‘spects to ‘sociate ‘long wid me, he’s gotter be mo’ dan a talkin’ rat, an’ mo’ dan a [opin’ rat—I'm tellin’ you right now he’s gotter be a flyin’ rat! jood mawnin’, ny mo’ | wouldn't . “he’s a friendly n he'd lope al His Fate By Texxysox: J. Darr “What! Dead?” we asked. “Oh, tell us how His precious life was lost?” “He perished last night in a big Wood alcoholocaust.” On This Plum Planet Willis—Don't you really believe the railroads have been handed over by the Government to the people again? s—No; and I won't believe it till I sce a Senator actually paying his fare. Tue Conservation or Paren comicbooks.com