Judge — February 11, 1882 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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ee ONLY COUSIN SAM ‘On, he was such With voice so in: you would think him just 2. 2. he was not Owen! He was my charming beau, low! . to0, ‘ousin Sa st the hours slipped by, ‘twas mid ‘ Anil 8001 Tat still we lingered fondly there ‘Twas only He whispered all his rapturous love, Aud called me his se Nay, ph Me kissed Twa love. my waist liked any taste only Cousin Samm od hand nid Ww. MEAD A Tearful Young Mayor. ‘Tue young and handsome Mayor of Brook lyn, Seth Low, upon whom the eyes. of politicians throughout the State have been in tL measure turned since his induction into office on the first of January, has under- taken, among other remarkable innovations in his oftice, to be pathetic when dismissing oflicials from the city's service. When Mr. Low was a candidate for the mayoralty of the ovorgrown village of Brooklyn last fall he was thirty-one years o! we, and it was feared that his youth might jeopardize his chances of election. ‘Therefore, the village was flooded with neatly printed cards showing the achieve- ments of Napoleon I., Thomas Jefferson, and others, at his age, and the gray-haired voters felt that it was not necessary to gather from the cemetery the remains of one of the oldest: inhabitants and vote them into th office sought by Mr. Low. The ti wave, as politicians term the revolt of the people against them, carried the youn man to the coveted seat in the da y Hall, Mr. Low's photog: gloomy Ci de village, and upon the thirt versary of his birth, a few days ago, he | the houor to officiate at the marriag: of a flaxen-haired couple who came all the way from the wilds of Flatbush to have bim tie the knot that made them one. Then this hand some young man kissed the blushing bride, and all Brooklyn rejoiced over his gallantry. ‘The village maidens resolved to hasten the ringing of their marriage bells, so that they, too, might be embraced by this altogether tootoo young mayor. Another couple, 4 break-neck speed, dashed into his offic the marriage service was pret second time by him. ‘The coy girl waited for the mayoralty kiss, but it was not imprinted upon her ruby lips. All Brooklyn was horri- fied. Had this sweetest and most lovable of younss chief magistrates so soon become hard- ened and callous? The newspapers of the vi minded him of his mistake, but he said nothing, and made no sign that he had heard the warning. He was like unto a brick- danni lage ted the windows of the stores of the | \ THE PLEASUR! bat in quiet carelessness. It seemed that all hopes of playing upon his heartstrings s cessfully were to be in vain, and just as he ssed among the flint-hearted Boss ins of the past, he appe: zon in a poctic mood. ‘The bells rang merrily in the minds of all, and politicians doubted tl when they read, on Satur: day last, his letter to William C. DeWitt, the corporation counsel, and Brooklyn’ ator at dinner parties, notifying that illustrious gentleman that his serv required, No Brooklynite could refr: weeping when he read that letter. Had th c. was to be ¢ MeLau elon the prize or- youthful mayor intended it as.an eulogy upon | the career of a dearly-loved and dep: friend, it could not have been more att ing. Every line, doubtless, cost him nm tears, Old cast-iron politic why he could part with a man he apparent- ly loved so well, but at length contented themselves with saying: Thi: ne era in politics.” It had been the habit of pre- vious mayors to drive subordinate officers out of power with a club, 1 mayor who was bathed in tears as he gently requested man to yacate a $5,000 a year position, The wsthetie style of “ bouncing ” an off holder, we fear, will not work like a char this city, Imagine Mayor letter filled with platitudes and regrets to Jere- miah MecGlory, whom he wished to retire from the office of Inspector of Post Holes! Would the Hon. Mr. McGlory, like the Hon, Mr. De | Witt, of Brooklyn, write a te ching letter in reply to the mayor's heart-rending letter of dismiss ns wondered is marks a al, assuring his Honor that nothing but death could destroy his love and admiration for the man who was about to lead him out of a fat office? Would the Hon Mr, MeGlory | write any letter at all? Perish the thought! The Hon, Mr. McGlory would hie himself to MeGutt's saloon, and there, in the presence of his “frins,” would tear the mask from Mayor |e: ¢; would accuse him ofall the erimes | ine in the calendar, and would at once o1 new party to deal death among his Honor’s party. ‘Thi submissive Me( | ared-handed nize a nd destruction once mild and lory would be transformed into enger, and life would indeed | be a burden to the mayor, ESOP TRAVEL, | The Pieasures of Travel er may be all city. Getting up Livixe in the country in wi rt very well, but we pref before daylight in the morning; dressing by lamp-light Id house anda halfawarmed breakfast; a rush forthe station through snow and slush; the train on time, or the time of e other train: riding an hour or so in a light so uncertain that you cannot read your morning paper; finally reachi you change for hors town, where e, half-full of damp, unsavory straw, that makes the sickly breakfast you have eaten disagree with your stomach; riding a few miles in this w | and finally reaching your place of busin sick, disgusted and unlovely, to find your fel | lows who live in the city there ahead of you, bright, fresh, good-natured, having had at p than you | | to say nothing of the miseries yon have endured, It may be awfully nice, but none of it in ours, if you please. York is good enough for us, thank you. ars or a sta least, two hours’ more sk ve had, ‘el which ‘There has been considerable said and writ- ten abont Sammy Tilden’s “upward curve.” | Wonder if it’s as bad as that one at Spoyten Duyvil? a GETTING HOME FROM THE DEPOT. comicbooks.com