Judge — January 7, 1882 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE PUBLISHING CO, Nos. 13 & 15 PARK ROW, N. Y. PUBLISHED ONCE A WEEK TERMS TO SUBSCRIGERS. Ustren 8 ha, oF 25 numbers, Adress Tun Tenor Preiss 13.8 1S Park Row, N.Y “Put Jay Gould to the Bar.” Tur New York Times ha task of disclosing Jay Goul the Elevated I ing so has broug! rtaken the 8 connection with ilroads of this city, and in do- ‘ht a chain of circum- stances whiel ened in a lesser degree upon any ordinary mortal, would consign that individual for a term of years to the hospitali- | ties of one of the State's institutions. But Mr. Gould has had remarkable luck in keeping away from the bar of justice. The time was when he had his Barnard; now he has his Westbrook. ‘The wily Wall street manipulator has always found that a Just the Supreme to have in his off his dwelling. Barnard, with his sealskin coat and blazing diamonds, wasa jovial, devil-may- care jurist, and with Gould, or Fisk, or Tweed, was “hail fellow well met.” But he is dead, and perhaps he carried other persons’ sins with him to the grave. The Hon. The- odoric R. Westbrook, of Kingston, may rot be so jolly as Barnard was, but he has shown himself equally serviceable to Gould. The Times, in a bold and fearless manner, eleven years ago, took the initial steps toward smash- ing the great ring of which Tweed was the diamond setting, and pounded away until his gang of burglars at the city’s treasury were lashed into prison or into obscurity and degra: | dation. The same newspaper now gives to | the public a chapter in tho history of the | Manhattan Elevated Railroad that cannot but fail to attract universal consideration, and it is to be hoped that the work so well begun | will go bravely on. It is customary on such occasions as this for the editorial writer to set forth in ringing En- glish, that the people ery aloud for justice. Can they secure that much coveted article at the present time. Of course they can. When Jay Gould, Russell Sage, Cyrus W. Field, and others, dignified in the newspapers as “prominent gentlemen,” come like rob- bers in tho night, and through tho aid of a convenient Supreme Court Judge and a fawn- ing Attorney-General, scizo upon a great railroad enterprise, and defy the law which is supposed to govern the rich and pour alike, it is but natural that some humble person should inquire, why do we have laws at all? Gould has added millions to his stores in the most glaring piece of rascality that even he was Court is a handy thin; THE JUDGE. ever engaged in, and picking the crumbs from his table is a band of lawyers who so worked the machinery of the law that honest and pas- sive citizens might be led to suppose that the great shark of Wall strect had come justly by his possessions. The story of Gould’s plotting is a long one, how he used his paper, the World, to further his ends, and how be gathered into his fold the meek and smiling Westbrook, and that wonder of the legal profession, Attorney-General Hamilton Ward, but simple statement that a grave crime has been perpetrated, and that somebody should be in- dicted, tried, convicted, sentenced, and then confined in State Prison. That money has been placed by where “it would do the most good ” That somebody alleged n it can be boiled down into the Gorld there power no reason to doubt, has been is also scarcely to be doubted. yet time the Hon. Theodoric R. Westbrook and the Hon. Hamil- ton Ward to be heard in their own defen: Jvvce is willing to give them 4 Swearing Off. New not the re sometime: Year's Day is puch of a holiday that cynics prone to it. What more appropriate day for urth of Jaly, irit of festivity and of course a fellow don’t feel like swearing off. Fourth of July is a season of patriotism and healths must be drunk, there- fore there can be no thought of swearing off, neither can we do so appropriately on ‘Thanks- ing, when reunions must be held, conse- quently New Year's is the only left for poor weak human nature wherein to forswear bad habits. Our cartoon represents a few characters before Tuk JupGe on New Y Day, ready to take the oath not to do so any more, and if our faith is only strong enough, wecan believe that they will all hold out faith- ful to the end. day ear’s The Craze for Safety. Ir is said, and with considerable truth, that Americans run everything (but telegraph wires) into the ground, and as New York is the heart of America, we of course expect to see the finest exemplifications of the truism here. And we don't have to wait long be- fore finding one. For instance, take the very latest one (at this writing), the craze for safety in regard to tumbledown. buildings. Before the catastrophe in Grand street nothing was dene or apparently thought about the safety of buildings, but sinco then the authorities have gone into the business of condemning unsafe buildings, by the whole- sale. Indeed, a long list of these unsafe build- ings is published every day, and if it goes on at this rate much longer we shall expect to sce the Custom House, Post Office, Astor House, and even the Obelisk condemned as unsafe. Zeal is a good virtue, but doesn't it look just a trifle queer to see so much of itdisplayed all holds | asudden? And after this excitement sub- | sides, how long will it be before we have | another general examination of our unsafe buildings ? Probably not until another house | tumbtes down and kills a few people. | | The Open Polar Sea. | ails with greater joy than we, the no- crificing enterprise manifested by | Americans in the mighty struggle to ascertain | sBetruloe tion and condition ofthe North Pole. | | Still we regret to say that in later years thes expeditions have been sent out mostly for the purpose of ascertaining what has become of those who went up there on previous | sions, and very little graphic information ha | been gleaned, but we should not be discour- | aged over a little thing like that. | “We are almost positive that there is on {open polar sea, and scientists are | greed that this is the case. Now, why is there an open polar sea? Why should there be a body of water open there, matter of than anywhere Natural abstruse metaphysies | philosophical jurisprudence unite in the in- | quiry. In our own mind the answer is cle: theory that the earth revolves on her axletree through sj nd unsupported, is a rash and foolish one. Men who have no available me | of support themselves, may maintain that the where it is colder, as a course, science, The ce ng | earth also is able to sail through the boundless waste without support, but common sense ab- hors such a preposterous statement. The plain fact is that the earth revolves upon the poles just the same as a car-wheel does on its axle, and fature discoveries will show that the open sea is thawed out and kept warm by a hot box. Every one who has any sense knows that the whole thing will have to be side-tracked pretty soon if something isn't done, It is claimed even now that we are losing time, and if we get to dra along, and at last a planet that is running on time comes upon us some summer evening when we are sitting around in the twilight, it will knock us pretty much into a happy immor- tality. Why, when the wind is right we can smell itnow. Something ought to be done, and if | some of these sore-eyed scientists don’t go up | there and leave some 8 and starve to | death for the public w e, we shall not feel | satisfied. If eternal truth isn’t worth freezing | to death for, we don’t know what it is good for. It's all right to talk about diurnal, an nual and nocturnal revolutions of the caxth if you are in your warm study with your feet cocked up on the upright piano, while you eat a dish-pan full of apples and throw the peel- ings under the lounge ; but when a man says there’s an open polar sea, and puts on his chest protector and woolen socks, and loads a ship with pemmican and pie, and starts out to prove what he says, it looks like business. Ther nothing that proves a man’s sin- cerity like going right up there among the icebergs and freezing to death in the interest of science.—Laramie Boomerang. rems comicbooks.com