Judge — July 22, 1882 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. THE OLD FARM BARN. How many yeara bave passed and gone To reat ‘neath Time's engulting wave Since last I left this dear ol barn, To struggle through life's battle brave. How memries crowd each other here, Beneath the scalp of this bald head Ob, where is now that joyous throng? How many live—how many dead? Yes, fancy brings them back here now; a I bear their shouts at play; Again we climb the big high beam, And jamp down on the fragrant hay; Again we pelt the squatter wasps, And their mad homes high overh And then, to give the fun more zest, Get stung a few, or whacked instead a, Those girls and boys are mem'ries now, All scattered far by years a score; Fancy repopulates the pla And phantoms dance o” the wide barn floor. What has become of brisk Joe Hoyt, One of those bright, ambitious He's settled down to humble ways, And wears his father's old farn “eoots!* And where, oh, where is lithesom We plighted were, I think, at ‘leven I wonder ifs ty yet, And makes some other man a heaven? Vu like to know how well she fares; Whether yet she glides or toddles We used to slip 0” the seedy floor And raise bumps on our noddles Mr. Sullivan and Mr. Dana. Mr. Joun L, SULLIVAN, of Boston, will in all probability be a rich man before many moons, In his short carcer as a champion pugilist he has amassed a handsome sum of money, and now sees a chance to add con- siderably to his bank account, through a quict arrangement between the backers of the ish pugilist, Mr. Tug Wilson, and him- » Madison Square Garden has been by Mr. Sullivan and Mr, Wilson's engaged backers for the evening of the 17th inst., and the admission fee to witness Mr. Sul- livan and Mr. Wilson in a sparring match will be fixed at one dollar a head. It has been announced that Mr. Sullivan will give Mr, Wilson $1,000 and half of the gate feccipts, if Mr. Wilson shall stand up before him through four rounds. Mr. Charles A. Dana, in an editorial in the Sun of a few days ago, compared Mr. Sullivan as a great pugilist to the late lamented Mr, Thom: Hyer. And in this connection we desire to enlighten Mr. Dana. Although Mr. Dana wrote like a man who was thoroughly fam with his subject, we opine that he knows very little, if anything, of the record of Mr. and nothing whatever of Mr. Sullivan's in the prize ring. Mr. Hyer’s record med in history, and must be at Mr. hand, but the story of Mr. Sulliv career as a pugilist is yet to be told. For Mr. Dana's information, and we take this oc to renew the assurances of our most distin- guished consideration, we will briefly give the record so far made by Mr. Sullivan. First, he fought an inexperienced bar-tender named Flood on a barge in the North River and whipped him. Second, he tackled Mr. Patrick Ryan, of Troy, a man known to have been POOR MRS, V— ofr my part Le day soot. ‘conceive have folks can lib in sitch dirt, badly ruptured, and ly fitted for a rst in the prize ring, and thrashed him. 1, he upset and knocked about a drunken fellow known as Mr. James Eliiott at Wash- ington Park, this city, on the Fourth of July. We will say nothing of the whipping Mr. Sullivan received at the hands of a ditninu- tive Boston barber. We have given Mr. Sullivan's victories—all of them—and respect- | fully request Mr. Dana to inform the millions of readers of the Sun that he erred when he compared Mr, Sullivan to that hero of old, Mr. Hyer. We desire further to inform Mr. Dana that Mr. Sullivan has virtually gone into the “show business,” and that it is per- fectly well understood between Mr. Sullivan and Mr, Wilson's backers that the English pogilist shall not be ‘knocked out” in the Madison Square Garden on the 17th inst., | even if Mr. Sullivan isable to accomplish that | feat. Mr. Sullivan is anxious to gather in | the dollars of the public as fast as possible, | and is well aware that the defeat of Mr. Wil- son on that night will spoil, in the mind of a showman, the arrangement he desires to make with the Englishman for a subsequent fight without glov Mr. Dana not to wager his money on Mr. Sullivan, dustic ging letter is represented as blind. When beg- ‘iters appeal, let charity be deaf. From time to eternity | an impecunious friend. The quarter lent to ‘THERE is no dispute in the world so large that it cannot be covered by a table-cloth. man who has mortgaged all his prop. 3 a slave who walks about in boi ERE would be fewer dinner parties were | the rule in vogue to invite only those who are | in want of one. AN obtuse angle: Trying to catch a fish with an unbaited hook. Some latter-day philosopher has said, “Send me all the dresses a woman has worn in the course of her life, and I will write her biog- raphy from them.” It must be admitted that the machinery of silk mills goes like clock-work, but this is not the case when the hands Legin to strike. It is stated that a cause is always followed | by effect; but this is not the case, at all | events, at law, where a cause is followed by no ‘eflect” whatever. SuUuT out the topic of the weather and you | destroy half the world’s conversation. comicbooks.com