Judge — June 30, 1883 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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omy a generation is but a little time; and the great whirligig of time will roll around, and set the rich men of to-day (or their de- scendants) at the bottom of the wheel at whose top the workingmen of to-day (or their descendants) ride triumphant. And then, will history repeat itself? Probat ‘Turn about is fair pliy, and in the existence of the dude, so far as he goes (for all millionaries’ sons are not dudes) we find a practical adjust- ment of the vexed question of capital and la- bor. Fraser at war with China would, but a few years ago, have been regarded: much John Longfellow Sullivan would be now were he to engage in the easy but inglorious task of knocking out a ten-year old boy, or— and this last similitude is more applicable.in every way—an old manofeighty. But we live in a progressive nd startling chat take place. If France provokes matters, she may find that she has a pretty big contract on her hands. Shade of Napoleon. the Great! look down and rebuke military crities if you will, but the universal concensus of ars to bé that China would stand a remarkably good chance of giving France as good nt, and perhaps a little bet- ter. hina, though we are pleased to regard her as un pinion apy 3 she strict the immigration of her subjects, has a fleet that we have not. vilized, and te It is a rather humiliating flection that we have not a single vessel afloat capable of coping with the war ships of other nations, — Chili— Republic—conld dest mere South-American y our whole navy with impunity. Peru, beaten and demoralized as she is, could do the e Even Tayti could nd a man-of-war to bombard our ports, against which no ship in the United States navy could offer an effectual resist- ance. And, with it all, our navy costs us much as if it were worth somethin It is not pleasant to realize it, but if France’s lit- | tle difficulty were with this country i of with China, the betting on the the world of nations, would be far he France’s favoer—that is, afloat are concerned. ‘Tie Charity Organization Society has been giving those who intend. visiti some advice as to how to act. One piece of advice, namely, to make sure that no chil- dren woup paupers, seems directly to counsel infanticide. Another, to prevent unwise alms to the unworthy, seems to re- | quire explanation, And several important pic of adv for visitors, us it seems to Tie June, are neglected altogether. There is no warning against calling on washing day, nor does there appear to be any stiquette pre scribing the length of a visit. Nor ist any good and sufficient reason given why the poor should be intruded upon by patronizing callers at all. if its sting is to be aggravated by impertinent scrutiny and meddlesome sympathy, such as is inculeated by the adv of the Charity Organization itself, THe JUDGE can ne fecl sufficiently thankful that he was born a millionaire. as far as matters | the poor, | here Poverty is bad ‘enough, but | THE JUDGE. “Dear me! CHATEAUX EN ESPAGNE. Wuatt buildi thes in the air? Vve reared such structures in my time, And still find ruins here and there, AMlivy-grown with silly rhyme We cannot build an edifice With fancy stone and sanguine mortar, Whi in the winter of what is, Won't crumble and let in the water. You see, the faney take It cannot finish all it forms And when the architect is Hope here's no uch scope jowance made for storms. We have no plummet in our han Our house So marl we never pa: rumbles inte sand And stuceo clings where we pla Upon a single pair of props We have to place a heavy strain, When, o'er our homely We dream of turtle und champagne, Our cornerstones are weak and few, And our foundations are unreal Our “if” is false, untrue And the whole structure is ideal. uutton chops, The world is full of just such piles; Some new ad, Some shining still with Some nothing but a rut » through the past we roam perplexed, And count the castles that have crumbled, And find we always start the next Just where the previous one had tumbled. Here's one—ay, smile if so thou wilt— F; The finest ¢ And wn Well, she bewitched . And my brave structure went to rain; I spent such sighs as I could spa And started in to build tle man million new one, Another? Oh, the next was frail, And scarcely stood a single hour. Twas founded on the oft-told t Seductive, though—of wealth and power, The next was briefer nd came ‘To grief ere it was well completed— Only a dream that spoke of fame, A throne that fell ere 1 was seated. Another, and another then; But not a single ony survived | store and yelled, * | know. T feel just like a bride!” Compact of of gold, of pen— | brietly lived, ne'er so f them to last— Tis waste of time, this castle building YEAST. He rushed breathlessly into. a_ grocery Send a yeust-cake out to my hous a the Hows. ried the grocer. Send one ont. Send five hundred! All I m morn till eve is * yeast cakes! y What they do with them I don’t All I know is that they use thousands of ‘em, P’r'aps they feed ‘em to the cat, or tramps, or stop up leaks in the water pipe with ‘em; but they use ‘em. They "teat ‘em, for | never si Send some ont. Rush 1. Hire a boy to le: e every ten minut ttling gun that will fire five yeas Station it in the back yard. Aim it at the -headed cook. ‘Turn the erank, and fire ‘em in, Fire ‘em at the rate of a hundre minute; but give oh give ‘em some y akes!"—and he grabbed a handful of pe nuts and skipped ont. Tworrn that I could utter My foclings without shame, And tell him how I love hit, Nor wrong my virgin fame—Buyat comicbooks.com