Judge — May 27, 1882 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. GEMS FOR THE PRINTERS Sto 5 was portly and round and fair, ‘And he threw in type with a lordly alr Under the coal-oil’s lurid glare. One of Slug 5's innocent joys Was, when sarcease from work and noise, He jetfed with the other printer boys. It made the printer men howl and moan When on the fatal imposing-stone They saw his handful of em quads strewn. One night, unknowing of Slug 5's fame At playing this most unfortunate game, A slim young man to the news-room came. And seeing the slender creature near, Slag $ remarked with a bitter leer, “Tl jetf you, sir, for cigars or beer.” And the slim man started and tossed his head— The shaft struck home and his heart-strings bled— "Pray, what is jeffing?” the victim said. And Slag 5, thinking bis ruin planned, Explained the process in detail, and The young man yearned for to take a band. Then threo times threw Slug 5 the tricks, And he made a total of just eight nicks, And he quoth “He nover can beat that Ox.” The young man gatherea the em quads too— A Molly, a cock, and two he threw— * Now one more throw and that will do!” The young man threw, and there supine On the cold, cold stone, in a ghastly line, Loomed seven nicks—or a total of nine! And this Suave of Garrison! can this be true? Shade of Phillips! (and where was it?), did this thing really happen, and in Boston? It does not seem possible. In Boston. Boston, the home of anti-slavery and® equal rights: the refuge of the escaped slave in slavery days: the boaster of her culture and phil- anthropy—this same Boston actually denied shelter to a colored man at one of her hotels, and an ex-Congressman at that. Why, such a thing could not or would not happen in New York, or even in a Southern city, and yet ex-Congressman Small was given the cold shoulder at the Tremont House, and all because he happened to be black. One Boston! would naturally suppose that brains would go | for something in the head-quarters of brains, and the ex-Congressman has quite as good®a supply as most Bostonians, but in spite of that, he was incontinently bounced because, forsooth, he was black. Angels and ministers of grace defend us! A respectable and honored black man denied asylum in Boston, the teapot of the Revolution; the hot-bed of anti-slavery! Now let Boston take a back seat. Let her wipe out her record, and let the world write prig and hypocrite on her ancient escutcheon. LittLe John I. Davenport, the man who locks up Irishmen in the Post Office Building on election day, and thus prevents them from Voting, startles the Associated Press agents about four times a month by visiting Cumber- land, Maryland. These agents’ are troubled with the notion that Mr. Davenport is still investigating the Morey letter. Will the little man be good enough to explain what attrac- tion there is for him in Cumberland, and re- lieve distressed communities everywhere? See, the conqueringehero comes! He has actually been and killed a horrible, great big green snake! Mayor Grace says that he is not a candi- date for a second term. that the voters of this city cannot have an opportunity to show him how badly he would be defeated if he should be a candidate. Rurus X. Y. Z, Anprews, of this city, who recently boldly accused Justice Theodoric | R, Westbrook, of the Supreme Court, of hav- ing accepted a bribe, has not the reputation of being a carcless-speaking youth, a3 many persons outside of New York may imagine. Rufus has enjoyed the confidence of several Presidents of the United States, besides a whole batch of Governors and office-holders of lesser rank, and has an abundance of highly important information concerning in- dividuals stored away ‘‘ for further use.” Sox of the newspapers have taken Presi- dent Arthur to task because he was one of a party of gay and festive youths on James Gor- don Bennett's new yacht the other day, and are highly indignant because they have discov- ered that he is the first President of the United States who ever knew how to enjoy life. A ‘BEAUTIFUL Circassian girl” has eloped from a Bowery museum with a fellow curios- ity, and the grand secret of transforming a very ordinary waitress in a fashionable dairy into a ‘beautiful Circassian girl” is out. All that is required is a can or two of stale beer. With this amount of beer the hair is drenched, and it at once assumes that graceful position peculiar to ‘beautiful Circassian girls.” It is unfortunate | Tuat fashionable resort of snobs, the Union Club, where gentlemen of sporting proclivities have, it is said, indulged in sparring matches, bouts at wrestling, and chicken fighting, is now in a turmoil of excitement over a battle | with pen and ink and paper, carried on by two of the club’s members. Mr. Henry Turn- bull, it seems, took exception to certain alleged remarks made by Mr. J. F. Loubat concern- ing a lady. It may be thought surprising | that ladies are a subject of discussion in the Union Club; but we digress, Mr, Turnbull | thinks he publicly characterized Mr. Loubat as “a dirty, low blackguard, and unfit to be a member of a decent club, and certainly unfit to be admitted to a gentleman's house.” Mr. Loubat thinks that Mr. Turnbull never said anything of the kind to him. While the war- riors have been writing letters to each other ‘on the subject, all good citizens have feared that no surgeon or undertaker will be called upon to cap the climax. ‘THat a colored man is not yet a man anda brother in Boston, the hot-bed of anti-slavery agitation, may well excite the wonder of his race. Shades of William Lloyd Garrison, Wen- dell Phillips, and the immortals of the exciting days of the underground railway! Next, we shall hear that a colored man is denied bed and board in our Windsor, Fifth Avenue, Metropolitan, or St. Nicholas hotels. AN esteemed contemporary. asks; ‘‘ When will the Brooklyn Bridge be finished?” This is too much. Ask us when the Washington Monument will be put in place. comicbooks.com