Judge — March 25, 1882 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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proven that they were her only s pport. that she never sen them out in stormy weather or at night-time, but reflect upon it! Two young girls of twelve and thirteen forced to support an invalid: mother! who otherwise would probaby be a burden upon the city. Mrs. Bejeweled.—Morrible! Too eruelly crucl! and—I will sce you at the ball this evening, I suppose? PHRASE THIRD, PLace.—Columns of any daily newspaper. Partial report of the Society For THE PREVENTION OF CRUELTY TO CHILDREN for the year 1881: Paid for salaries and law expe F the support of children and starv families... 5. 8,395.15 “ And this be Philanthropy, my masters?” [cunraty.] A Word With You, Cyrus! COULD you hear, or your insensate pride ; allow you to heed the verdict of American h | We, the peopl ts and tongues, all imi; ht yet be rosy. are not with Hendrix or any pathy with vandalism of any degree. But we don't want a certain offensive monument re- ‘arrytown or put anywhere else, a8 a conspicuous object, on this continent. ‘Tue Jupce has hearkened to the general ver. planted at ‘The old colonial Adam is aroused, and it’s a Field day in which toadyism will be worsted. You have neither money nor intluence enough to defy universal sentiment. Your boasted position, your wealth and international noto- riety count as naught when you persist. in | outraging the will of the people. They won't | have a British spy’s cenotaph erected on this soil. They want no graven memorial of a righteously-cxecuted military felon, Had his nefarious schemes been carried to fulfillment, Washington and many of his so-called “rebel” associates would in all reasonable probabi have dangled at the looped end of imported scaffold-harness ; and in that event there would have been no Hail Columbia for monop- olists to reign in. The English were terribly in carnest and came within an ace of proving it to the anatomical discomfort of scores of our zealous and patriotic grandpapas, Now who was this John Andre, that George, of Mount Vernon, is said to have blubbered over ? Why you know, if you know anything, that he was always a roystering, brassy youth. At Lichfield, when barely cighteen years of age, he met Honora Sneyd. She was of good family, and a good, obedient girl, ¢ trusted her father and mother more than a gay and attractive AngloSwiss “masher,” and the handsome Mant was sent to the rightabout with a bulky flea in his auricle. Then his putative sire took him into the counting-room of his London business, but John re up a prospective inheritance. In 1771, before he reached his majority, his friends secured him a com- mission i too lazy to f na regiment, which in time was sent other “crank,” in wanton act, nor in sym. | dict and he bluntly tells you to stop, now! | THE NO: Youxe Lavy ix Conser —Just as Lerpected. OUT OF JOINT. Nowe there's a man in the house the women are neylectal, out to America to smash things. From 1777 AbaM SMitn, in’ givin, to the day of his legal choking, we have con- siderable knowledge of the seductive Andre, He , in fact, the liveliest song-and4lance changes bones with another ‘True, man in Howe's and Clinton's armies, He was ize bow-wows—don't popular because he was nice though immoral. | thes? Bold, naughty men usually take with society — mes better than municipal vacei does. Why, in Philadelphia al a definition of a that makes bar- no other animal does—no dog ex n, says, “He is an anim: Adam, but dogs exeb: ution | Ly regard to so many poor Jews tlocking ne, your hero | our shores—inay we not expect before lor had half a dozen shameless intrigues. When | see so many pack peddlers that the home ¢ his game with Benedict, the villainous, was | modest citizen will be in danger of being so summarily blocked, Mrs, Arnold fainted at whelmed by them? They are not all sweet the news of his capture, and her heartsick- scented “Si =," good friends ness was not exclusively caused by anxiety for her traitor consort. Yet books have been written to prove that one John Andre, a pass- able musician, amateur rhymster, poor artist, ignoble warrior, gentleman (?) loafer, virtue- despoiler, and ropejerked spy, was exactly the reverse of what the true recc graph him. Our historical societies plete with MSS., which supply incontestable evidence of his odorous career, and not until forty years after its abrupt termination at er Sam'l of psen’s,”” It is reported that Anna Di s a plump legacy left her. If it is so we are glad of it, for she needs it badly, Hamlet and Claude Melnotte, photo At Providence, arrested and held on tempted poisoning. Borgi ., Dora Avery has bx five complaints for at- ie must be A ve re re y Tappan headquarters, did England care to Tue Indians gradually being civilized, Two of them were hanged for murder in Cc rado last week. gather and transport his bones, Cyrus, you have slopped over, and public opinion is gradually mopping you up. Your gush has | been altogether too voluminous for the clasti tank of credulity. You can’t come it, but | Ou, Moses! (Raphacl), what a bill you ean that granite abomination has got to go! | present at a defunet life insurance company’s Lossing’s twaddle can’t save it. | funeral! Who was it that said you were ver- ——— ily one of the carrioa birds? Perhaps it was Aricut fit: Intoxication. | because you showed so much Dill.” i comicbooks.com