Judge — September 1, 1883 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. than Jupiter Pluvius himself, and dried— | while on my back—by the ever-gracious Sol: | boots of Nature’s own fashion; my food the most delicious dainties the gutter afforded, and my education progressing under the fos- f + Hoodlum Jack * and ** Bill “Twas never troubled by of the officers a hed to vty for the Prove ntion of Cruelty to iT Chinese Dialect on the Trade Dollar. ae pin Tréedom, gradually i i ronventionalities of society pound water, and prep ustly und earnestly prey in the Penitentiary. ny AH rw x — . ee 4 Bill the © cksman and I wer friends. Bill. was naturally fond of chil. : dren. Why, Ehaye known him to compel CAN MAN no takee ape ae VEL CAN SEAN notation | his wife (Red Poll, daughter of Bull-head “J Four-twenty grain too da erved ‘bronty stretches for using Must Go yt in wait for y n coming from school, and with bribes of candy or cake induce to go with her to her house: and Bill ¢ Trade Doll. tin better far— thei aken at par. FE. he PENKosE, | WOUld get so fond of those little lost ones | _ that nothing but a handsome sum of money = - would induce him to give them up to their | | Alonzo Bushee: His Life and Im- my age father akes up anil Ticks greats, Bill was not what might he termed | pressions. er rep worthy aire * | a striking! fe muin—in fact, he was | = made a point of whipping my dam : ona ie man in facts u and | ny WILLIAM ttt ‘ yet Tliked and — | ave a tone te the st + Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inelined. thy appetite. F Harry Hill vaps he was right, eur ut It is not for a sen who rudely tears 1 he veil of years, to que: Tiat [owas better than the boy \ * h | day. in the narrow path of rectitude ment conn! Parley cous! Jeu Y [nev (Do y when pay sentene going off like the prover from mi i" mach and promoted 4 fren Ve" thaps he w lemona, when al- jo, major-general_in the w (Bill's) visage in his ar lines of his nose, atin head surmounted by ely-cut and wiry stubble, the ling brows beat about ared with olserve how that rounds off the | It throws an electric light of | Billy that hu elegance over the precein | ’ and furnishes a | latent ferocity. when by the tT never:thr Jcat intoa China. silver lining to the clouds of the aforesuud.) | fumes, arising to his brain, of the whiskey n’s laundry—if there existed the slightest. ‘Time passed on—you have noticed | that he loved so well; and the ears—huge, f the irate heathen catching me— that Time usually does. ‘Time don’t button- ani that, in_ spite mained hy town sentinels that stood out at right from the massive bullet-b 1- whieh | lenging the wonder and the admiration ¢ mal concern, until he all temp! Tree hole a man when he is busy t in my resolve never to hit patience with t er and. stronger than myself, was he has no pe id torture his recital of matters i . every one who passed, made Bill none the i due to the fact that the sweet influences of impelled to sally forth and Kill somebody {| less reverence his moral worth, ‘Throw Bill j | home were a round and about ¢ me don't loaf around and corner | overboard in the middle of the broad Atlan- “Home, home! sweet, sweet h xr and drink pe tic, and his ears would keep him afloat until | | Poets have raved of thee | Singstresses have ties, wasting health and n their owner was picked up by some passing | | at the rate of $10 for or- nities, and then envy the worldly position of 1. Had Bill been suddenly ealled upon | Lost maidens have wept for those who have been careful of the former, | to pluy the role of a cherabim, and somo- And cruel creditors have sued for and taken advant ‘Time Ee had forgotten to furnish the wings, the don’t sit by t nd provided for in | my old home! Home of my | make the hot iron sizzle with ice, ears off his he and maternal spanks, how weil | for hours at a stretch, and th home ex: | and clapping om his shoulder-blades. mber thee ! pecting o find « lot of Government bonds, ‘They would have made g wat a pair of tly- sTaasiap nv aasa ARG: DrGRNAL ROY HALEN UTNE which Fortune has broken inte his hou tis any traveling angel could have desired. | ee ioany bee brent” toleave for him. No! Time just atter ald weather Bill used them for blanket iy thousutw:atilt wansier back to:thes to his proper bn and passes on. and in hot weather th rame of us See > fi t being little chorus-singer flappers, with which to Keep off mosquitoes, | My dirty, Eastside tenement iH PI ve in some wretched juvenile « flies, and such small ¢ Bill, in his xcuse my emotion! Check not the tear, earning a miserable” pittance youth, had been a prize: r, but after a which rolls a-down a withered check, for it ; nwed mothe - battle with * Konky justly cele- ig a holy tribute to the home forever lost. taskmasters tos brated fp art, in which ice was condemned by the Buildin ita time on abril Bill had nee smashed — | | and on its much-loved site some to be into the consist foot jelly, his | | eriligeous hands have raised a candle fac- s of welledr collar-bone br : | . his right thumb dislocated, i 1 square of his my misery; | left ear ripped off, his skull fractured, and | of brutal his jaw torn out by the roots, he concluded — | it to instil infomy — that hting w low and brutal oc- v-looking 4 and seemed 8 of years drift slowly from be- fore my vision, sind I see thee now, as oft I ly placed in the ol saw thee then—my foot upon the threshold, teachers whoeruelly tl looking in upon the peaceful scene, My the ements of learnit ution, and. he a Pave it | haughty, patrician mother—her ancestor sleeping in . clean bed: clothed in entrated his energies to master the rudi- was a away on board the Mayjlower— ments which actually kept me warm; and ments of the profession of which he had | up to her elbows in the wash-tub, enveloped fed until I was ina horrible state of fulness been an honored member for twent in steam; my father in a happy. drunken and comfort: not being a bit like this, but, before [met him. The profe: stupor on the connubial couch’; my little on the contrary, a happy little street urchin After the encounter with | brother, Timothy, eating matches: and my = —happy in the possession of a drunken Sa twas noticed that Bill never sweet little sister—an, forthe father and a hard-working. broken-hearted S fists—if he hadn't a heavy h beer—beer that will worn mother; clad in well-ventilated pants, linen or a crowbar handy, he would st a man mother a happy woman if she can drink it that was washed by no less a laundry man with any trifle, such as an iron cuspidore, a mmer comicbooks.com