TAKE OFF YOUR COAT, GIBBS.

Thames Star, Volume X, Issue 3297, 16 July 1879, Page 2

TAKE OFF YOUR COAT, GIBBS.

Judge—Where did you find this colored man, officerP^'OfficfettWl'foiuAATMiiJltit night hanging around Devlin and Co/g clothing store. Mr Devlin has had a go&'deWbf iclbtHfrig •toliolattl/^i.M I brought this man on suspicion. Judge— What is your name, prisoner ? Prisoner -NapolWri'«ooaparte; Gibbt -i Otflfte— What is your *ccupation? Gibbs—l'se travelling agent for de new patent white* wash brush, sah.^Jud^eMTaklL'dff s^our coat, Gibbs. Gibbs —I hope you 'souse me, sah. I'se been troubled lately with the 'fluencys^isl itfttfUlljtad, de 'zootic, sah. I'se very bad. JudgeTake off your coat, Gibbs. (Gibbs takes off his coat slowly.) Ttidg*MibJLa*alher coat under that; nothing like being . wrapped up well, as they say in Alaska ;when-the^Kb 'ikatmg.- TakKl «tf I^onr coat, Gibbs. Gibbs—l isn't well, I isn't, sah. De doctor say, "Napoleon; you wear plenty iilbthteii'KlDA/Jiiaiijt'jah..,, (Takes off his coat.) Judge—Ah! what have we here? A swallow-tail? Take off your ci'tiUl H6Klrt»iJt)AVßbb)f —Dis here won't do, judge.^^E'se got a stiffness in de borax. I'se very^ad. (Takes off his coat.) Judge—Ah I A double-breasted frock? Take off your ■ coa^Gipbi* , Gibbs-rJW.a^gwjug to be a funeral here, dar is, sah ; I feel s ac stuff* ness rising in the. borax. (Takes off his coat.) Judge—What's this ? A shooting jauket, by the soul otN imrod 1 .Take off your boat, Gibbs. Gibbs—l'se gwife Rr a kerpus—l'se getting; cold. Dis yer» is murder inthe fiis^sdllegr^ (Takes off his coat.) Judge—A linenduster. I think I've got down to ttard pan, Gibbs. I shall commit you without bail. Take him down gently, officer,'for he~is-a4ily*-» a lily,of,the valley. He toils no^neither ; 46es,he spiq ; jei.Solpmpp,,iaall hlf glwfy, was 1 not. clothed JLike' him.-T-Naw * York Gra Phic- L ..;««