Judge — October 21, 1882 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE PUBLISHING CO, 34 and 36 North Moore Street, N.Y. "BLISIED ONCE A WEEK. |} TERMS TO SUBSCRIBERS. | py, #1x mon: aor rostace, Phe ey Tue elevated ratiroads, ke all mn and tyrannical es, are dispo is the “1 to per | In the elevated Our friends who tray at the stand of Mr. Tho through which they pass to s-stands on the line of the nilroads ran, Tues Metiria take King Kelly. Nv they danced before the king.” Why not? The king had much to bestow, and anything was in order that would please him. What matter ifthe head ached, if the weary limbs were heavy; the king wanted to see dance, and the king must be pleased; what mat- ter if rheumatism racked the joints; the preg- nant hinges of the knee must be crooked, for the king fiddles and his faithful subjects dance. For what constitutes a king in these days of limited monarchs? Not the power of life or death; these are no longer in sovereign con- trol; only the power of patronage; the giving of gifts; the investiture with the regalia of | office. And of these kings republican Amer- ica b her fall share; and when the king fiddles there is no lack of those who are ready to dance before him. Stand to Your Guns. Tue ship is cleared for action, the guns loaded and run out, the flag flaunts gayly at the peak, and all is in readiness to answer the defiance of the foemen, which booms sullenly across the water. But there is no reply from the Republican battery. The cre fected, the men stand sullenly by the gun, deaf to tke exhortations of Commander Ar- thur, and refuse to fire. Men do not mutiny for nothing: there must be some grave reason why Blaine, Conkling, Curtis, Evarts, Logan and Woodford, veterans of man hotly-con- tested engagement, stand aloof from their duty at such a moment as this. The fact is men will not fight well except they are oflicered by men they can thoroughly trust. And such an officer is not Folger. A la section of | And THeJd une the ship's company regard his promotion alike “ LOOK ON THIS PICTURE THe Juve in his de ns, the malicious might say, but let that pa: is never happier than when he furnishing ideas sto various other prints 1 publications, for his honor recognizes the act that his talents were not given him to be | buried ina napkin. Therefore, it was with | unfeigned delight that he noticed how one of ideas had recently been utilized in a where a stray idea, whether original equired, ike welcome and unexpected, Ve have a more or less esteemed contem- y who tries very hard indeed to be funn and whose praiseworthy efforts Tar JUDGE ys ready toapplaud and encourage. contempot ttends the theater occ ally, thoug! uredly no one three yards off would suspect it, for our contemporary, like an hebdomadal conscience, emits each seventh day a still small voice, whose feeble piping must be inaudible at a greater distance. So our little contemporary, who has been in the habit of posing before the world in a decollete dre: cast his eye upward from his obscure seat under the gallery, met the affable visage of Tue Jupce beaming out from a proscenium ul—even his quart | box. at and an opera hat, happening to | Now, we will not call our contemporary monkey, for we have no wish to hurt his lit- tle feelings; nor will we liken him to a Chi man, lest we bring upon him the wrath of Dennis Kearney and our Pacific Coast citizens. Certain it is, however, that he combines the imitative instincts of both the afore: animals, and seeing THE JUDGE enthroned on high, piped forth in the vernacular of the whole race of copyists, “ Me too.” And did the little German ery I want to have a se A box within his little eye, Ob, what a grand conceit. Well, if he'll promise to be good He'll have the cut of one in wood, With opera glass complete. And so it comes to pass that those who have been in the habit of nodding to ‘Tar Jupce at the play,” will henceforth see a reprehensi- ble little sprite, whom ‘A Midsummer Night's Dream” has immortalized, posing in the atti- tude which THe JUDGE has made his own, and proud of himself as any daw in borrowed plumes. All of which was done that there | might be fulfilled the old adage, which saith: ‘Monkeys copy their masters.” as an insult and an injury, so New York State, the heaviest gun in the Republican battery, takes no part in the action which is beginning to rage so hotly. When the Dem- ocratic bullets begin to whistle about their ears, the men may return to their duty, but, until then, the ship is in a bad way, The Last of the James Boys. Frank James, of the notorious James brothers, has surrendered to Governor Crit- tenden, The fact is Mr. James is not in very robust heatth, and having acquired a modest competence in his profession, is naturally anxious to settle down and enjoy it. He was warmly re ed by the Governor and a select circle of friends, who had been invited to do honor to the distinguished gentleman, and after a few of the spceches and resolutions which are generally supposed to inaugurate the meeting of any mutual admiration society, Mr. James surrendered his historic pistols to Governor Crittenden, and was escorted to In- dependence by the private secretary of the chief officer of the sovereign State of Missouri. All this is extremely edifying, and is caleu- lated to have quite as beneficial effect on the ambitious youth of America asa perusal of the adventures of Jack Sheppard or any other hero of the Newgate Calendar. Fortunately, however, Missouri is not the only State whose laws the distinguished bandit has outraged, and if robbery ¢ ad murder be indictable of- fenses, we may hope to see Frank James’ de- sire for retirement gratified in a manner that he, perhaps, has scarcely bargained for. AN English lady of fashion is reported to have “set her face firmly against side-saddles” —asa general thing that portion of the human frame does not come in contact with saddles —and says she will follow the hounds in future in a saddle like her husband's. Her lady friends side-sadly when they heard of her intention. Here! stop throwing those bricks. A FRrevcu chemist gives a remedy for flies. We haven't heard flies complain much this summer, but there has been an awful lot of swearing from the public. comicbooks.com