Judge — July 29, 1882 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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THE PLAINT OF AWE K-MINDED MAN. Tuey‘ne: crowding us and pushing us Jy out of sight, our offices, 8 to fight. y'll Soun refuse to cook for us A simple marrow bo Will offer us a Stone, They talk too much, for women Young children—should be 6 Not heard. One-half the time They know not what they mean The eel, their rightfat sph Is not a public one. The mantle of a Dicken Not fall on Dickinson. aid So erudite, t Their m y soon will not her ton Such harpin, A nes Tis irony when poets sin; too, upon their rig nding tune. They have the very Well: ot Which must, if boring off Ihe deepest of the They fain would se (let us weep!) They fa And then With ram Tl ith gems and lace bedight. Alas, the modern Anthony nm anchorite! And striving ¢ ivalry With old Hippocrates, When woman's only 2 Her loving lord to please. A broom, and not the pest ‘The wiser man allure indeed, works the cure, =e. n THATER, will Mr. Dana and Mr. Sullivan, In last week's number of THe June vised Mr. Charles A, Dana, of the Sun, not to wager his money on Mr. John L, Sullivan, of Boston, in the glove-fight announced for Monday evening between that gentleman and Mr. Tug Wilson, of England, and now that the fight is over, and Mr. Wilson is the victor, as we predicted he would be, we trust that Mr. Dana heeded our advice, and tha y once more be permitted to renew ‘the hees of our most distinguished consid- eration for him. We also hope, now that Mr. Dana was an eye-witness of the struggle between Mr, Sallivan and Mr. Wilson, that he will agree with us that Mr. Sullivan should not be compared in pugilistie abil- ity to the lamented Mr. Thomas Hyer. Mr. Dana did well to. personally visit the Madison Square Garden, and secure a choice seat in the front row, it is only by personal knowledge of such affairs t the chief editor of a great morning newspaper can get into the right mood to write of them. Mr. I 's recent editori upon prize-fighting, with especial reference to B we ad- as | | j ten minutes, but the litle Engli: SAMPLES OF HUMANITY, FROM A FRUIT. Mr. Sullivan gret to say, bet matters, Altho sume to be a sportin ity upon matter: ring, yet it is ys willing to give Mr. Dana a “pointer,” and acquaint him with his errors whenever he falls into them, We desire to call Mr, Dana's attention to ad Mr. Wilson, have, we re- | the fact that Mr. Sullivan is not an expe- rienced fighter, and that he knows nothing whatever of scientific sparring. In the worst nse of the word, Mr. Sullivan is a ‘slug: * or a rough-and-tumble fighter, and is ever ready to take any mean, unfair advan- tage of his opponent, as shown in the contest between himself and Mr. Wilson on Mon night. On the other hand, Mr. Wilson is the hero of many hard-fought bat- tles in the prize-ring, and is acquainted with all the tricks of his profession. T exhausted Mr, Sullivan's streagth must been apparent to Mr. Dana, and that he could have defeated Mr. Sullivan in the prize-ring without gloves must also be evident to him. Mr. Sullivian lacks wind, according to veteran i nd must do all his fighting within man is al- hour or two hours in the ring. We shall fondly hope that in the future the editorial page of the Sun will be ¢ with articles on pugilism that will have the true ring to them, and which will firmly tablish Mr. Dana’s reputation as the oracle of the priz ways good fo! aced Rocky Soil. He is , and is so full of ally slopping over goodness that he a of it for the benefit of d scattering a porti RRIPE Win TERPr eri NDER'S POINT OF VI the world, He knows what a bles be good, and unselfishly s others to have some of it. He calls it “sowing the seed,” but Bunjo now and then drops his k rocky soil, as he did last Sunday, for instance, He was on his way to church, when he hap- pened to espy a gang of laborers at work on the Fourth avenue railroad traci once resolved to scatter a few sceds among them. Approaching them with a woe-begone look, he asked one of the laborers if he did not know that it was the Sabbath day ? ing itis to on , and he at unny Italy, point: all the while supposing the nted a job. it yer want 2” growled the boss of the gang, when Bunjo turned to hit “ My dear fellow traveler to the bar are you re that this is the holy Sabbath ? “Why, of course, | am. Think I'm sheep?" demanded the boss, frowning at him, “And are you aware that it is sinful to work on this blessed day?” “So, me? “1 wish to impress upon your mind the utter awfulness of what you are doing. You will ly be ent down like grass, and cast into utter darkness, if you continue this work on th ath “Soy, look a here, are you one of them Bible $ goes round disturbin’ folks with bad singin’ an’ worse preachin'?” “1 try to do my share, and-——" “Well, yer can't get no job here, Just yer gather up yer tools an'light out o' my section, | or I'll make yer think yer Sunday come in wrong end to, an’ that you've been kicked by ther first part of next week. Git!” Mr. Bunjo got. old white choker, what are ye givin’ yer racket?” comicbooks.com |