Judge — August 25, 1883 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. Intercepted Letter. The Essence of Bohemia. y | — i How pleasant to frame an ideal— | prom sose USIDENTIFIED INDIVIDUAL A picture of colors all bright; | PRANCISCO—PRESUMABLY Mit, DENIS KE: To fancy the end-all and be all | ~ TON FIDEND IN NEW YORK t Of life is to live in delight. | ce Bexvewco:Avoow, | But happiness seldom is perfect— " ' ‘Too much of life’s sugur is bad; Me pean Mick—As ye're doubtless aware | I was obliged to lave New York mighty soon and suddint, between two days, as it’ were, owin’ to the unaccountable partiality some | y pleasant to frame an ideal, | of them Eastern folks have for tarand feath- And lang it in suitable light! | ers. ow, tar and feathers is no argument, But life is so terribly real, | and no tratement cither fora dacent man, | Its battles so tedious to Hight; and as it’s not half bad enough for a China- | We sing, or we paint, or we scribble man, T fail to sce what useful place in the Our ill much less oft than our must; | schame of creation tar and feathers fills, Outsiders don’t know that we nibble I've got no use for it, anyw: So hard-earned a crust. Bohemians have rarely # surfeit— T wish that they had. sand son F left, though T laid it to a | ter sort of vermin.—Lonp Bacoy | cowld—faix, it’s little enough show T had to Is it always so nice, do vou fancy, geta cowld, for New York was as hot as ‘To hawk your brains over the mart? <, in mor inses than wan, all the tim Exchanging the rue for the pansy. asin it, But sure a cowld’s aisy sed, and And putting the head for the he | it sounds purtier and more dignified than tar To be called on to paint Aphrodit and feathers, anyway. An’ it’s little enough When Lydia is filling your eyes— good I done in'New York. Bad cess to the | » be funny or frothy or flighty seand the people in it; Ldon’t know what At will between sigh must ail them, at all, at all. They nto ‘think that Chinamen is human beings and | Ah, friends, the ideal Bohemia | to be trated as sich, an’ shure what's to be Is close to Utopia, I fear: done wid a community so sunk in ignorance You can’t get the great world to deem you | as all that? Maybe ‘it’s that they, haven't As good as you want to appear, J enough of them, and don’t know how bad The world is a vast panorama, | they are. Ah, thin the worst wish I ean give Bat best of spectators ne'er hints them is, that they have moon-eyed lepers ‘That to pen and to brush and to drama crawling up ivery strect in the city; and more ‘They owe its best tints. of them in the laundries, Sure ‘the plac . and by the plice | mane the people in it—is We have our bright side, thos what other | Fr'for nothing better. If you'll’ belave mes Land furnishes friendships 80 dear, Mick, they didn't want to fisten to mes they | Where every man is a broth laughed at me—me, the unaqueled orator of _And every brother a pec the Pacific slope: and they towld me te put Where genius in musical eadence me head ina bas, and remarked Thad an ili- Courts beanties none other can x unt mouth for hot stirabout, and other petty Can the world woo its maidens | Thsults, which [pass by with proper scorn and contimpt, as becomes aman of my janis id natural advantayes, And they were that | close with their dirty dollurs that divila cint Can it live in tie light of the pr Forever renewing that light? ; Gan it fanoy's meeting-as plensnai j could Tinake bevant me expenses, and even | this we are holding to-night? Jthem Pd have lost if T hadn't met a few Irishmen fresh fromthe ould dart who knew no better, the crathurs! But [see plainly enough that New York is no place for my toexpand, Lettingalone the tar and rs. Which turns me sick at the st ver [think of it, there’s ne mi me in the place, and the workmen, to their impidence, think they know what they want betther nor Lean tell them. No: T lave it to you, Mick, ean ignoranee and ob- ny further nor that? Even the sts and the capitalists wouldn't pay to howld me tongue. ‘The! says they, whin Lapproached thim on the subjiet nay step on the stage to amuse you, siysthey, “it amuses you and Ye dwellers beyond our confines, | it don’t hurt us. Don’t it, thinks 1 to my- We may write, extol or abuse vou, self. [ll let you see, me fine fellows; maybe | We may tickle your ears with our lines; | whin the tiery eloquence that set the sind | We may sing to you, paint you in colors, | lots ina blaze is let loose agin yez, ye'll be Write books to be bound for yourshelves: | after altering your tune. “Bui no, Mick All this you may have for your dolla divil a taste. T started in to pulverize them, You can’t have ourselves, 1 sorra sow] could [ get to listen to me. ‘Then it was I made ap me mind that I was wasted in New York, The place isn’t ad- vanced enough for me. Maybe they'll come to it in time, but the time isn’t come yet. But what makes the matter more illeonve- nient, the folks out here in Frisco have kinder , fe deals in a liberal m It wounds, but it offers the balm; It mixes the pain with the pleasure, And gives us the palm. Our tastes may be broad or wsthetic, Our weapons the brush or the quill; Our temperaments light or pathetic, Our assets a coin ora bill— We still are the freest of freemen, ‘o sing, or to paint, or to write: Society’s Sphinx, the Bohemian And Ishmaclte. W As rivers that flow on unmir The smooth and the turbulent tide, Our lives from the world’s life is sing] Although the streams run side by sidé. We are with yon, and taste in you nee A nectar your wealth cannot dropped to me, and I can’t squeeze another Boliemia’s magical essence, dollar out of them. Maybe the end of it'll | In whose breath we liv be F'il have to go to Australia or go to work, | and, begorra, F'm not in love with either al- | Narene’s wash goods—complexions un- | ternative. Av ye've got a thrifle of ready changed by ruin, cash to spare, maybe you'd send it along in excuse mi along, for it’s meself needs it badly RIDGE, —Gortne. they lie like the devil. rectly is but a tempora | be wanted before the ¢ other on som about her mind’s | taneous combustion, di | “warning,” as he called it—and business is er nixt. Even atwo-dollar bill would cum n fi, handy just now. "I say good-bye to you now, and you'll f I don’t sign me name to this let- | | er, for if it fell into anybody else’s hands I wouldn't for the world have it known that 1 Jemaned meself by writin’ to the likeof you, But if you have any spare change, send it A roou a round-ubout fool. —CoLe- Wit is not understood is not possess TALMAGE says t when Christians lie, Wrrnovt good n ture, man is only a bet- ‘Tue winter of Adams’ discontent came di- | fter his fall. "That was seasonable., venuine fire and turbulence of youth excess of ene Tt will ‘Tite nUrst. Hetsnicn Heise said that ry woman | wrote with one cye on her and the man—execpt the countess of Haw Haw, who had but one eye. But what Wie a young man eating ice-cream in sal ning, the frozen mixture nd his girl were om the other eve- xploded. by spon- uring the girl for — | life, and y the young man, | Eminent physicians and scientists, who have — | given the subject much studyand careful ine | vestigation, say that such an accident is lia. | ble to occur almost any time momete Go deg. inthe shade. ( —'This is a lie, of course. We don’t believe ice-cream would explode even if 3 lighted mateh were to be applied to it. But | “society” young man, who says he must e enough money this summer to buy a Isuit, gave us five dollars to print the rtly scalping when the ther- business). Ay Indianapolis paper thus summed up| the divoree inurket in that locality: * Briek competition, among our local lawyers, has brought down the prices of divorces, | We quote: Common. separation, $1: small ali- mony, & limony, $50 to 8100, tances. Business good, | | hat must be alivelyspot, | between lawyers: relereee mil judmes ice Uo | speak of the influx of strangersof both sexes, || eager to take advantage of the State law and | break irksome matrimonial bonds, Tue Rural Globe Was lost one subseriber | by sheer foolishness. It printed a recipe for “strengthening the voice.” and Mr wer by cut it out and pasted it in her serap-book. Sowerby, who don’t admire a steam-calliope | voice iti woman, ordered the paper stopped the next day. | Houschold journals should exercise a little more judgment in making up their contents. A CERTAIN lady of our acquaintance, see | | ing among the religious notices that the pas tor of a neighboring church would preach, “D. V.” on the following Sabbath, said she would go and hear him, presumin she did, that the subject of his discourse was ** Dolly Vardens.”” | feet a ge Wren a man gocs to a restaurant with an | | empty stomach, ought not the most attract- ive thing on the bill of fare bo a fillet? | comicbooks.com