Judge, 1882-01-14 · page 6 of 16
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YE: SWEETNESS: OF HEP OWN: NAME: BREATHED INT®- YE: BOTTLE. Fail woody fee : we dost not feel “Y © darege greene We That oy back Ha But precntly hell Peck thy @llae O willowy ong how thou malt Jollee And feining faintness (fall. — ~~ REVISED ARABIAN NIGHTS. SINDBADS FIRST VOYAGE. My Drax Mx. Eprror: ‘The inclosed ts a littie lengthy, bat you might ‘Wales’ inside cartoon, and put my article on one pay explanatory diagram facing it. It may be, bowever, JopaR's readers would prefer the cartoon. I feel that way my- self, The sub-head “Sindbad's First Voyage,” does not imply that there are six more voyages to follow. If you want more of his “voyages” revised, you must engage a more accom- plished liar than the undersigned to perform the task. Very traly yours, J. TL Wrists, Hixppap was a country editor, who worked fourteen hours a day molding public opinion and urging his subscribers to “pay up.” One day he journeyed to the great city of Bagdad, and after traversing the streets many hours he became weary and footsore, and took a seat beside an imposing residence to rest himself and drink in the enchanting strains of an organ manipulated by an un- laundried Italian on a contiguous street cor- ner. Hindbad had never seen a more costly edifice, and accosting a policeman, who was paid ninety dollars a month for being non est when wanted, he asked to whom the building belonged, ‘Is it the illegant house forninst ye?” said the guardian of the peace, in excel- lent Greek. ‘‘Shure an’ it belongs to wan Sindbad, the pollytishin. “The politician!” echoed Hindbad, in a tone of surprise. He supposed the owner was a railroad king or a plumber prince, or some other powerful potentate; and when he learned that he was merely a politician envy took pos- n of his breast, and he murmured against Providence, who had showered upon Sindbad affluence and plenty, while to him was given only poverty and dyspepsia. While absorbed in these reflections, a serv- ant came to the door and bade him enter the elegant mansion. Sindbad recognized the stranger's profes last. year's ulster, Millionaire politic in Bagdad were not above associating with editors, for the latter not unfrequently made and unmade the former. Politicians enc: aged and assisted the editor by subscribing for his paper, and, after getting three y in arrears, returning a copy marked ‘ fused.” Sindbad called Hindbad brother, and was as familiar and friendly as if he had been running for a political office, and election day was only a week hence. Servants placed choice wines and tempting viands before Hindbad, and urged him to eat, an invitation with which he cheerfully com- plied, for he had eaten nothing since the night before, and then the mackerel was “rusty” and not very palatable. After a bounteous repast, Sindbad told his guest that he had overheard him mu:muring at his lot, and coveting the possessions of his host; but rather than undergo the dangers and hardships he (Sindbad) had experienced, he would willingly continue in respectable poverty. Then Sindbad ‘set up” the wine once more, and told Hindbad the story of his First Voyacr. I was born of rich and tolerably honest parents, and when my father died he left me ahandsome fortune. I was happy and con- tented for a time, but, like many a ten-dollar- a-week young man, I engaged in the seductive and expensive game of pool, joined a boat club, and paid ten dollars a ticket to hear Patti sing. This style of living soon dimin- ished my income, and being unable to obtain a position in a Newark bank with imbecile directors, I was obliged to resort to some legitimate means to replenish my purse. A wealthy citizen of Bagdad, who owned the greatest show on earth, had offered a reward of two million sequins for the North Pole, delivered in good condition. Being fond of adventure, I sct about organizing an expedi- tion to go in search of the Arctic curio first persuading the Government to make appropriation to defray the necessary ex- penses. The vessel equipped for the undertaking was of my own designing. The forward half of the ship was simply a huge iron farna which was heated red-hot as soon as we entered the Arctic Ocean, and the immense icebergs and ice floes dissolved as rapidly at our approach as the ten-cent lumps of ico placed at your door on a July morning, if left basking fifteen minutes in the sunshine. After a voyage of eighteen months we came in sight of the North Pole, and immediately fell upon our knees and gave thanks for our success and preservation thus far. Then we made a strong cable fast to the Pole, and, spreading sail, pulled it up by the roots, and towed it out to sea on our return voyage home. We met with no mishap until the forty- seventh day on our homeward journey, when our supply of coal became exhausted, and the furnace portion of our vessel chilled. On the evening of this day a huge iceberg, many miles in height, toppled over upon the vessel, killing all my crew, smashing the ship, and comicbooks.com