Judge — May 13, 1882 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. THE JUDGE PUBLISHING CO,, 84 and 36 North Moore Street, N. Y. PUBLISHED ONCE A WEEK. TERMS TO SUBSCRIBERS. (UstrEp States axp ‘One Copy, one year, oF 62 numbers. One Cops, six months, or 26 nambe One Copy, for 13 weeks. BB POSTAGE FREE. “GD Address Tar Jcvae Pe A81tN0 Co., 34 and 36 North Moore St., N.Y. NOTICE! Contributors must pat their valaation upon the artictes they send to us (sabject to a price we may ourselves fix), of other- wise they will be regarded as gratuitous, Stamps should be inclosed for return postage, with name and address, if writers Wish to regain their dectined articles, A Hint to President Arthur. ‘THE open letter which was telegraphed to President Arthur the other night trom Tucson, Arizona, contained in a few words a terrible story that should excite him to prompt action in a state of affairs that blackens the fair fame of the Republic. At a mass meeting of several thousand persons held in Tucson, where the attacks of the nation’s wards upon peaceable settlers in Arizona and New Mexico were discussed, it was unanimously agreed to send to the President the letter to which we refer, a letter which should con- front the people, from the lowest to the high- est, everywhere. We reproduce it here: “Daring the rejoicings incident to the grand mi tary display announced to take place at Fortress Mon- roe, we beg to offer you, as a skeleton to sit at your banquet, the fact that nearly one hundred of our pioneers have within a few days been wantonly mar- dered in cold blood by the devilish Apaches, whom a cruel and mistaken policy permits to survive their crimes, Ifsome small portion of the expenditare in- curred in your grand display could be devoted to such measures as would preclude the probability of increase in the list of our murdered dead, we could send you a greeting of gratitude and cheer in place of this mes- sage, expressive of our sorrow and helplessness, and our desolateness. “Janes H, Too, Chairman, “L, C. Hvones, Secretary.” The country never had a right to expect much from Chester A. Arthur as President. Scarcely more than a year ago the possibility that he would ever fill that exalted position would have been ridiculed by the average citizen. Doubtless he, too, would have laughed at the idea. Here in New York, where he was classed among the “ good fel- lows,” it was thought woudrous strange that he secured the nomination for the Vice-Presi- dency. and the people, who could scarcely believe their senses when it became a fixed fact that he was chosen to the second highest place in the gift of the whole country, find it difficult even now to realize that he is undeni- ably the President of the United States. He may claim, perhaps, that he does not owe the people anything for his position; that through the work of an assassin he was elevated to the chief place of favor in the Republic, buthe must not forget that the President is, afterall, the servant of the people, and that as such he can- not afford to refuse to hearken to their appeals. Let him remember that he is no longer the bold, audacious, fan-loving “Chet” Arthur, of the city of New York ; that he is President of the United States, and that business should in fact be attended to before pleasure. There must be something radically wrong, to put it mildly, in a policy that encourages the arming of the Indians, so that they may shoot down innocent settlers inthe far West. There must be something radically wrong, to still put it mildly, in a policy that permits an army to go to ruin in a place where it might do the most good. The peoples who come to Ameri- ca from foreign shores, intending to build themselves comfortabie homes in our West- ern States and Territories, and to engage teed safety from the thieving and murderous bands of Indians, who are fed, clothed and armed by this Government, And President Arthur cannot too quickly take an interest in the perils which beset these settlers, and es- tablish an army that can transform an Indian encampment into a burying-ground at a mo- ments notice. The Disturbers of the Peace. Tue Socialists of New York would do well to remember at all times the famous order given by the police authorities when it was proposed by certain crack-brained gentlemen to hold a mecting and disturb the peace in Tompkins Square a few years ago, “Bring Schwab in on a stretcher.” The person thus named was and is a true representative of the Socialists of this city, although perhaps more outspoken and foolhardy than the majority of them. He was not ‘brought in on a stretcher” at the time to which we refer, sim- ply because he did not give the 1,500 ambush- ed police officers an opportunity to use him for a target. ‘The Socialists would have us believe that they are shamefully abused, trampled upon, and lied about by the newspapers and by men and women who decline to degrade themselves by associating with them. They pretend that they are the friends of the laboring classes, and that they are battling for the best in- terests of those who earn their living by hard work. The fact is that they are mainly re- sponsible for the troubles existing between employers and employees at the present time, and are to he blamed for the many needless strikes that have taken place in this city with- in the past few years. They are responsible for sufferings too numerous to mention which these strikes have brought about. They do good at no time or place: Their waking mo- ments are spent in mischief brewing, and they plot deviltry in their dreams. Recently they proposed to defy the police authorities by parading on Sunday in violation of law, and it is almost to be regretted by the respectable portion of the community that they did not at- tempt that parade. More than one stretcher would have been needed to ‘bring them in,” and we would hear less of their tirades against in business, and thus add to the general | prosperity of the country, should be guaran- | the peace and good order of society in the future. There are good reasons for believing that the silly attempts made last Saturday to send destruction into the homes of liam IL, Vanderbilt, Cyrus W. Field, and Superintendent of Police Walling were con- ceived by ists. That no harm was done is not to be taken into consideration when justice shall be meted out to the inventors and senders of the machines. It would be well if the famous order of the police authorities con- cerning the bringing of evilloers ‘in on stretchers” was repeated at this time, and it would be safe to predict that the manufac- ture of infernal machines would come to a stand-still. It matters not who these machines were intended to demolish, The makers of them should receive no merey. The air of America should never be so free that such scoundrels would be entitled to breathe it, and the sooner stretchers for them are brought into play, the better for the com- munity at large. A Squelched “Terror.” Iv giving an account of last Monday’s set- to between the much-talked of ‘Troy Terror,” who has been talking so much of late about whipping the world, the Times sa, A. 10 o'clock it was ramored that Mr. Sallivan, of Boston, was somewhere in the neighborhood of the hall, and that he intended to make his appearance and disturb the Terror,” but po satisfactory informat‘on on this point could be obtained by anxious inquirers..Ten minutes later the 1,500 spectators were greatly excited by the announcement that the ‘Terror ” and ‘Jimmy ” Elliott were about to meet on the platform, Mr. Elliott having consented to risk his manly beauty in a set-to of four rounds with Mr. Egan, provided he was guar- anteed $100 in case the latter did not ** knock him out.” Mr. Elliott's mind was set at rest upon this point by the Treasurer, Then he and the “Terror” walked from the dressing-room to the platform in full ring costume, and weari loves. Mr. Elliott was taller than Mr. Egan, but was not so heavy as that gentleman, In fact, Mr, Egan was considered too fleshy by sporting men for hard work. He has a cocon- nut-shaped head and a countenance that is. certainly calculated to create terror, even if heis not a terror” hunself. The spectators roared with delight when Mr. jott struck aterrible blow on Mr. Egan's right cheek, and when it was seen that blood was freely flowing from a gash made by this blow the spectators were indescrib- ably happy. It was at once evident that the hour of the “Terror’s” defeat had come, Mr. Elliott wickedly smiled at the audience as he gave Mr. Egan a succes- sion of raps over the head and body daring the first three rounds. When time was called for the fourth round the spectators were shouting such pleasantries as“ Kill him, Jimmy,” Wind up the Terror,” and quick asa wink, Mr. Eliott struck Mr. Egan under his left jaw with his right glove, and the “Troy Terror” fell like a log to the floor. The spectators rose to their feet, and laughed so loudly and go long that the whole neighborhood was aroused. The expression of sur prise on Mr. Egan's face as he was assisted to bis feet by Mr. Elliott and “Pop” Whittaker added much to the joy of the spectators. The “ Terror ” staggered like adranken man to a chair, and a moment afterward was led to his dressing-room. He ceased to be a “terror” at precisely 10:20 o'clock. Ir a Laughing Stock Exchange was to be organized in this city, it would do a great business in certain up-town alleged fashionable circles, At_all events there would’ be ahso- lately no limit to the amount of stock supplied. [ant xe comicbooks.com