Judge — January 21, 1882 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE PUBLISHING CO.,. Nos. 13 & 15 PARK ROW, N. ¥. PUBLISHED ONCE TERMS TO SUBSCRIBERS. (UstrEp SrarEs ax Caxab A Address Ture JepaR PUnLts An &sthetic Alternative. “BarrLep but not bes d scliloquy of the ele City of Churches. it of th of the imi con- Tring butfoon of Posing latest tion, his in full play, sensi ive he realiz with ever cr Tu humb Jup atches on the popular no apologist for taste, who was 4 ilure in straightlaced Philadelphia, has be- a fervor in fashionable Brooklyn. But his little game is stale; in fact, threadbs and well he knows that celebrity is the birth of an hour, the courtesy of a ¢ In sheer Jopts the postures, the grimaces ations of the king of imported despair he a and. the aesthet The Great Snow Storm Few will ever forget the great snow storm of January 9, 1882, in this city, It was a day, or rather night, that will cover a large n the history ef the t city, ale will tell of the horror of the people who saw uh though from a_moun- es and street cars and § Atearly twilig n the jolly lamp-lighters went ont roun stling the bright airs of “The Ma an¢ casting through the great thoroughfares that mellow flood of light which gives joy unto the young man from Schoharie county who d look round, you know two statesmen to the manor born sat in a studio in Madison The cleanly shavea, and as he buttoned up his long frock coat around his nd tarn- ed his back to the fire, he gazed with silent almiration upon the other, who, Apollo-like in form, and witha raven mustache, hovered over Il writinglesk, ‘Jerome id the man with his back to the fire, “what do you say toasleigh ride? The road must be in good ondition, as the snow fell for fully two hours, and it is now as clear and pure asthe admin- istration ot Mayor Grace.” “Jimmy,” replied the man with the raven mustache, ‘you have struck the keynote of thecampaign. In the langu: Michael Tuomey, ‘I am wid you.’” And Lord O’Brien, and the gifted orator, author, and snow descending , burying hoi ir sto avenue. one was a sm WEEK. | that to be effective he must be flush | THE JUDGE. atesman, Chevalier Jerome Bu arms and wept. I ion, the chevalier picked up the script. of the opening chapte at work, “The Wanderings of James O'Brien and Jerome k among the | Crowned Heads of I and placed them | in the great iron in the corner. Lord or hii ‘igh, and soon the merry bells which encircled the necks utiful steeds were jingling in front of | the statesman’s mansion, Chevalier Buck and Lord O'Brien, wrapped in ulsters, and with alskin caps pulled well down over their nded the wide stoop to the sidewalk, and entered the sleigh, ‘The air wi struck the faces of the statesmen like of needles, yet they only laughed til the street was filled with Chevalier Buck had begun to rey to th Cer at the Hotel Branswic nl Lord O'Brie ving ‘k, fell into ch other covering his i his pe w ar laughed un the musi said in respon the dinner of the monic” with native me hed, “Hush, 4 might hear what you so ex danced to Central Park. The De stors, Stuyve | waving their embroide handkerehic uted “Long live Lord O'Brien.” Searcely hor turned into the the : r had snow be ny of the delightful impre Adelina Patti upon her ar and of the r i J darling tenor, Lord O'Brien was i he increasing snow storm did not dis When the horses be to tlound d, he uttered imprecations upon the Park Depart- | ment for not filling up those “devilish holes, you know,” and whipped up the steeds until they reached the shed of dudge Smith's fa mous road “Here ‘Thompson, Jud 3 Lord O'Brien shook the snow from their f tention, turb his enjoyment. n the snow on the re * shouted Hubert O. , and George W. Me: nd Chevalier Buck t and entered the Buck,” whis alier’s ¢ Lean, drawing-room, . say, ito the ehe you, if you w odo with them felle ein me. The che look of seorn upon the me, have | You know they're alier turned witherin; of poli- | hoes that Tweed | nd motioning to his lordsh | ter fe parlor. | lor nd the eh Oscar Wilde 2 saw at the courts of Europ the grand dinner which Judge Smit nesian chef was preparing for them. heard the shrill whistle of the wind hind him, val about | they 1 for They er th thought only of the beautiful, and wished they were once more in dear old Par-ree.” At length the basket of wine and the dinner | was finished. The chevalier was full of | Mumm’s extva dry, and his lordship was up to | tho brim with Apollonaris water. ‘The army | | “mnust be North P-P¢ | up in the slei Hight a not yet | abandon | he the che gable roof and around the portico, but they | ! yurcons in attendan al the for their journey home; 4 heavily leaned upon the and went out ui to pair alier rm of his lordship Minding he I r-right, you bet kets, ck intheir s ms kinder aid the chevalier, as he be him; but his ship merely replied: ‘Go to sleep—or go k your head,” and whipped up the Ifeaven: reamed his lordship, “ we on the wrong track. Where's all the hou he hot began to sink out of si; lordship prodded the chevalic w he shrieked I'm no sta aid the chevalie: into the snow, ‘at, and the hor: sthrange, S\ “dl. to surv horses. t. and his with hi re into the Harlem opening his ey His lordship stood ¢ of the the eye could with ies or nee, but they were amnp-posts, and they There was no Shimmy, to take a better vir As fara ach it was ab ? ered Ile something like slugs in the di rallonly the 1 t disappe ho west, no north, no s this awful moment in his ¢ “Tean't git me bearing clutched at the chevalic hook it of; “wake up, you wine help ine out of this, Oh, ‘The chevalier opened one surrounding country saw fires and ne ask, a wu and » head wurrah, id coming from been hidden “Shimmy, look out f time only the hors snow, and ob, eruel sto rish! Tt w ship to pound the chev p-post th by the Hocomotiv above the tatestnen w for his le heads wer about to y ie boots with his heavy ridingawhip, or snow on the back of that sh ‘The chevalier dreamed on of 1 and of St. Petershu and would ken to the ple: Iship, The hor take in the situation ita glance, and by one powerful effort burst out of the snow ani ing lamp-post sleigh, and, the = th His lordship was ¢1 of tl It w drawing of the sleigh, es seemed reached the one rer His lordship stepped from the jmbing the lamp-po h street had be saw on ched. d, but he was not yet out to try the further ded to the chevalier home on But the chevalier was born ‘The shri¢ him to consciousness, 4 sleigh with shouts of w his lordship already With one bound the chev neck with h moment the hor and he ¢ and ric ek to good lu alone, k. + of a woman in dis- nd spri Where je the led , and in another his lordship and lier was on his way homeward. ‘That shed pair arrived at their nsion will, no doubt, b atifying tion to all save a few politicians who are always bound to suffer when the the bunions of either his lordship or the chevalier. arouse ing from the nT?” he hors enci the hors > bearin this distin “ PeTERED OUT :" The Pope—so far as the pence business is concerned. comicbooks.com