Judge — February 11, 1882 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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AN INTERRUPTED SERENADE. Maid of Yonkers, 01 Say you surely will be iinet The knot And | swe: Maid of Yonkey Nansht can now our font hearts sever— But, hark! thy ps tep dawns like a knell Tthink Pa say farewell!! + RREVIER. Billy, the Son of Glory. Bitty Me RY hh lately come to grief cause of the tyranny of the authorities, Whe would believe that a son of Glory could Ix sted and thrown into prison in this en. | lightened and alleged Chr But such is the faet. in community? And what for, do you think? Why, | simply keeping a disorderly house ! Think of it, ye d hink of it, ye soedi. sant brave! for simply keeping a house where . free and easy souls gather, to while the tire- some hours away! | 4 Has the poor man, or the entertainer of the poor man, any rights which the iron hand of the law is bound to respect ink of these pod a out at night in search of all make them forget the ills nd denied the res Is of ation crave ! | ich their tired nature Oh, the sb inal me of it! oh, the outrage of it! ting Billy, they strike a blow at , hankeri Is it any won- poor complain? | were sometimes taken in e, as alleged, by those who ation; but who will say that it, was not the fault of those st themselves? What business had they to go there, and mix up with those who sought only | pure and innocent recreation? Were they not | intruders of the deepest dye? and what better | lesson can be given to such people, than to rob | and beat them into pulp? Would a dozen ser- | mons be so apt to keep them away from such resorts—provided strict moralists will have it | that it is wrong to zo to such places? Then, was it not an outrage to impr such an apostle of morality? Ofcourse it was, and William has a right to complain, through the papers, as he docs. Ifa son of ' aright to keep a dance house, even i trifle loud, who has? for, the “¢ people. and done went there f rei on An Incident in High Life. A Few weeks ago.Mr. Nathaniel Tadsbury was as happy a man as ever lived in New Or- leans, but now he walks the street with alimp in his gait and a sad look in his eyes, Hi troubles were caused by a party which his | wife gave, and a strange similarity in the | OSCAR WILDE'S sound of the names of several of the invited hight of the party he entered the r, and his wife coming forward, said : isbury, let me introduce you to Mr. a friend of our daughter Mary.” n extended his han rasped it cordially, Just th gu rrived, all of whom were str each other, and bearing the names of Loot, Coot, Roote and Poot. After ented to the guests in the hallw rlor, and sceing Mr. Toot sitting alon said: “ Allow me to introduce you to Mr, Poot, Coot, Mr. Newt, ent you to Toot, who i ‘The gentlen bury: Roote, Mr. Toa Loot, let me pre Roote, Miss Loot; Mr. Newt, Roote, Mr. Coot,” continued sping. ‘Mr. Newt, Miss Roote Poot, Mr. Coot; Mr. Newt, Mr. Coot. Suddenly he appeared to lose control. ¢ himself, and he stood in the middle of the par- lor floor exclaiming, ‘ Rooty, toot, toot, toot, looty poot, cooty toot, newty pooty, pooty toot.” The assembled gnests began to stare in wild surprise, but he merely kept on saying, “Looty, tooty, tooty, poot!” until: hit grew deathly pale and his eyes had a fixed, | face | AS. THETIC PRAST emibledt an stony glare in them, that closely 1 , Nathaniel, what exclaimed his wif tly alarme “ Rooty—toot—toot—toot. Rooty—toot toot—toot,” he leaving the parlor rushed up-sta his r nd fall- ing in the bed soon beeame delirious, and sms, during: lly went off into violent s] which he made futile attempts to kick a hol through the ¢ veral physi immedi could br ugh one spasm, he would open his eyes, yell “Toot,” and go right off into another. ‘The doctors could not explain the cause of his sudden illness, and questioned his wife, who stated that she did not know what was the matter with her hust About this time Tadsbury al himself the bed, and moving his arms over his head jans were they y summon ng him th n cried out: “I'm a big brass he to me: Looty—Toot—Toot— . Looty—Looty—Toot —Looty—Toot—Looty— Toot;” and laughing wildly he had four more in less than three minutes. For three ie remained in bed, and in his delirium J away until every one in the house was | nearly er: from listening to the dreadful sound, When the fever left him he weighed at_as much as a hat, and his eyes were set so far back in his head that he ¢ | not see on cither side of him, — Jor €, uid Aby comicbooks.com