Judge — October 29, 1881 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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TH By JeO DiGrE. BOWLER'’'S MIDNIGHT ENCOUNTER. Mr. Bowler returns home rather late, and ts at- tacked in the most unprovoked manner by an article of furniture in his own room. Of course he promplly resents the indignity. But the article of furniture gices him a taste of the Greco-Roman art, Hurting him to the floor, And then proceeds ts conduct himself like a Muldoon, Tit at last Mr. Bowler, being human, retires from the contest, leaving the field to his ‘viumphant antagonist. Funny to watch horse-car passengers at night. Note the nervous men who is all the while looking out of the window and boring the conductor and passengers with questions as to the whereabouts of the vehicle, when he is perhaps a mile from the street he wishes to stop at. Note also the complacent passenger who says, “Oh, bother! keep quiet, will you? The conductor is working this route. Don't you see that the rest of us keep cool?” and then when he has frowned the nervous man into silence, and sct him an example of cool indifference by calmly going to sleep, he is liable to overdo the mat‘er by forgetting him- self and being carried. several blocks beyond. his street; then see hith jump up, pull that strap right outof its sécket, and double blank —blank the conductor for not waking him up at the right place, and fiouncing off, leaving a threat behind of reporting him to his’ supe- riors; and then reflécting passengers will smile and try to figure out the advantage that the blase man enjoys over the nervous one. Bat it is simply. a horse-car‘study. Wuere ig, 'thé:gteat” dynamite warrior? Now would be agood time to strike terror In spite of the anxiety occasioned by David Davis taking the Vice-President’s chair, no- body doubts but that he will hold it down. TALMAGE gave everybody an invitation last Sunday to go to Heaven with him, and the flippant way in which he spoke would lead an outsider to guppose that he was getting up a Picnic, with weak lemonade and ice cream adjuncts. Wuar {s Ireland growling about, “anyway ? Russia has got the ‘situation " twice as bad as she has. Lasor strikes are forgotten now, and all of the original strikers are whooping for Parnell and preparing to strike England: below the belt, ‘ - {Dip you ever see an oyster walk’ up- stairs?” Certainly, we have'walked up with ‘em many.a time, and they got along as fast as wo did) That's nothing. “How about that for an olive branch?” asks John Kelly, as he twirls his Tammany and 'things.to the heart of the Saxon tyrant. O'Don, come tothe front! shillalah in the face of Irving Hall and those “Centuries.” . Whoop! A Morrisania photographer lately commit- ted suicide. As he was one of those four-for-a- quarter-old men, it is supposed that some of the pictures he had taken came suddenly upon him unawares, or that he took a good picture by mistake. Newark, N.J., is ina ferment. It doesn’t seem_to have as much Sunday as it wants, and the trouble as it stands now, is, whether the sensations shall be done on the stage and in the becr-garden or in the pulpit. TeN desperate school boys, ranging from eight to ten years of age, have entered into a terrible conspiracy to murder the truant of- fier of their neighborhood up town. Having read up on’ Niliilism, they have decided to draw lots for the fellow who is to fill the tyrant full of bullets,» - Bos INGERSOLL seems to have knocked the religious -spots right out of Judge Black in their recent: argument in the North American “Review, but the judge thought he could get in a rejoinder, but Bob returns smilingly to the fight, and fairly wipes the theological floor up with the old man. Great is Bob, and many are his followers! com books¥eom-