Judge — November 11, 1882 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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Black is a big man. He is dark. He wears a wig. He talks genially, jovially, wittily and wisely But when he chews he uses a half paper aba time, That is too big a dose, Besides, he does it promin ly and almost ostentatiously, While he stands in the lobby of the Ebbit House in Washington he chews and stands with both legs around a cuspidor, while his seedy old black hat is tossed carelessly back on his shiny old wig, and the dark, andl jolly old Demo: erat sonorously talks polities, and twists that chew, as cheek. Will he ever stop, Le are pn andra: How did TH jowen, Jr., graces of the Admine istration go that he coull be mate nn the Department of Just tempt to bribe jurors! How di x0 to Arizona at the expenss was really known that he wanted to go on his own hook and for his own purpe Tur, Sener: is an old man, and has a long memory. This Bowen ts a of Beecher’s Bowen, the Lulependeut Bowe Bowen was Rowen of bis Bowen and flesh of his f Moreover, Mr. Bowen belonged, as g sort of outside pluck sheep, to that idiogyneratic, theoretical crowd who once had much power as old members of the anti- slavery gang, who lived on rat 4 gort of masculine always claimed the little mean rewanls whieh his faint ly had earned in anti-slavery days, by lending measly h to the syllabuty sentiment of the ro. who worshiped Theodore Tilton and plican party. But he himself (this Bowen) had no more business capabilities than a billiard marker, and no more {nance than to know that two rinks could be got for the other man’s quarter. At time John Russell Young. who, as editor of Jandard, was then fishing with any kind of bait, and who might have succewted if he had followed th wise advice of young Dan Frohman, took Bowen int of the paper as publisher, He remained Tox.— Maria, eh at sty theres wuthin’ ahont rn anit rye : what ish it? to illustrate the fact that the Bowen senti- litle Frohman kicked him ont. Since me be has been bumming round in all sorts of half wel dressed ways, and has been a bigger man than oll CONUNDRUMS. so valuable forstock purposo>as Iced of he They are not 0 : . ant. And, by the way, the aged Ju par, who has a Div Andrew IL Green, the great reforme desaey coms, aithoagh they are aboot, as Wwe mory, would like to know what the gn Iship between Grant and Brewster hal to do with the appointment of this brutal booby Bowen, and why any teat: (uiCestral Park’ ® They do not chew the Enz! re with an air that is as delicious as a oxicating as the dialect of a Maryland darkey town bar-room at the same moment every Sunday m salar and ungainly. Th " Ee, ee sen (2. promnece among the pants of srieoBn ing? And is cold tea as nourishing as it used reyes are vacant 4 and New Mexico, Does Colonel Charley Spencer tarn up in Mr, Cant Scuvnz, did find William Steinway lor of new-killed mu n : In? So glad, Are the pianos at German pitch? So | Stacefal. Their ¢ . but they elther do Servwodil ver ernor Folger, glad. By the way, Charley Shirts, has that hackman 1 Ot Mt, or they bring out a joints, crooks and up at Fort Washington earned his horse yet? bends, Please give asa rest on English actors. If Fraxk Bartow, you were shot all to pieces durin et ANDO + Ye may do phat ye plaze, Til stand to my guns like a sold The Democrat saye: associate with political cranks, Was fool, undertook nd the River and Harbor Bi onl fellow that yon were left on the bat It he had s fe would have f Have you bee respectable that ali the jc out him, t ininely made himself r Cates be ah Soe toeanin of you that is left is the little tufty bang y by becoming its champi Bor'the nation suspects from Henry Watterson? Hoar is a well-w sterling old fellow, like a smooth he ee sndlshtae-o4d abil pdfatherly ond That the sod that he worships is *Mammony."* De. Otiver Wexprts. Howes is an old man, he has retired from bis pr ship of m Marvard crite, not meaning to be one, trying to de party immorality by speaking for it in a white choker. y toliteratare, | i . M Mr. Hoar is a painfully clean man in appearance, a really, now ; sort of animated tooth-brnsh, whose sign, if it ¢ Interpreted. would mean: “My handkerebie by the way, is it bec i white, my boota are blacked, my has no creases, t the Queen of Englani " r my white side-whiskers are as white ag well-picked well as she used to dot moles shad: my finger-nails are the pink of perfection, OswaLp Orresporres why ere my sentences are smooth, my words are pure, my much about your pavilion and house in the Il pennies In the charch-plate have a respectable jingh River guides? And, by the way, when you walk as if | my buttons are all sewed on, Tdo not swear, Lam you wore corsets, do you have rheumatism, or are you | sweetly ob ything.” But will he be a s trying to suck ten cents’ worth of comfort ont of a | again? Tue ne hs reat regard for old Jn s him all in all, he is the larg hard-pressed cigar? Why do you always carry that cigar in t uF mouth, as if you were tr ing to smoke a ° e ime y don't you tuck it up jyaicvar raw : n the Democratic party. Asa lawy mouth? To be sure, you wou he ranks with Choate, Mason, Sharewood, Burr, Chase | Bat at ; and Webster. If wisdom had her way and honors ants, Judge Black would to-morrow Wu so many idiotic English a are imported t of the United States by the Dem into this country we do not u are not | cratic party. But little dark horses are the fashi¢ comicbooks.com