Judge — December 1, 1883 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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The “L." Tuene Io as But in wa nee was x man who in life began newhat humble way; s that are dark he was amply schooled, And s wy lines he ruled, And he wasn’t a man who was egsily fooled, And his patronymic, 1 ween, was Gould, While his previous name was Jay ‘over rails Now this artful man, he devised a plan, And the if friend revealed; “A miilway,” said he Through New York city I think it’s a pretty good thing, To Cyrus W. Field, I propose to lay d’ye tumble, cht said Jay * But how can we buy the ground” » *The money how can w It's acy; raise? y enough to lay our band Ontr: ern land, But New York city would hardly stand Such very irreg “ Why no,” said Jay: “but I've found a way; E pd our road shall be— Right through th So never a foot of th “Ob, that’s a diffe As he s, but ever so high; ound we'll buy @ pretty smart ma So they went to the Cor-poration for Authority And the City allowed ¢ *Ltold you how it » ‘To Cyrus W. Field They didn't devise the enterprise For personal gain or profit; ires and railroad kings tly do unsel he you wouldn't suspect them of it, So now o'er! It brood: New York city; And some people call it quite im Some talk of its g But nobody, pos Has ventured to call it pretty For over the street It spreads its gruesome pall, And its hideous outline And make th me thirty feet darkly loom, venue like a tomb, nal sense of gloom ws fall And its pillars are right in the driver's light As he nimb); And hence collis And stragg And personalities From the hackm speeds alon; sand * ¢ through— few ns lavish tongue, No words can tell how I loathe the As if it were aspin For the employe as e rude; And the use of tobacco is quite tabooed, (Unless it is put in the mouth and chewed), On board of the Elevated And every t must pay a dime— ‘They'd ch: ‘ou more if they could— ‘The conductors hurry the folks about; ‘They bustle you in and shove you out; And as to the station, if you've a doubt, You can’t distinguish the names they shout, And they don’t intend you should. ye “* And how does it p T asked of Jay; | excitement, shouting, ‘I saw | Bress my hi | rapin. i i 4 ONE MORE U FORTUNATE. Kind-hearted Old Man to Tramp—My friend, leneath that rough erterior methinks I « tect traces of better days. Trame—No, Cully : right you are. crop failed, and ruined me—made me the pou boss, give mea dime, won't yer, to get a drink * And does it ofit yield” + Well, T she the Gould replied — By whieh remark (am notified) A strong affirmative is implied — | And he hed as he nudged the adjacent side | Of Cyrus W, Field. NED NETTAP. Nerve Composers. ScENE—A railroad car. Elderly gentle- | man smoking. Two ladies and on man not smoking. | but these ar very unpleasant. orry for ‘em; very nervous » keep smoking—only ladies find OLD traveling. remed. You rises and performs a very furious war dance. Knew the step, you see. Old gent remons Young gent sorry, but finds the motion necessary to. compose his nerves when traveling. Old gent flings his cigar out of left win- dow. ‘Young gent resumes his seat at the right. Perfect harmony, undisturbed till next station. Scene closes. es. Two old colored women were baptized in the James river. One submitted quietly, while the other came up out of the water all bri! T saw Gabr'l, right in de bottom ob de ribber! art for dat vishun ob glory.” “Hush your mouf, Dilsey,” said the less excitable one; ‘dat was nuflin but a big ter- I done seed dat, myself.” A man of the time—The watchmaker, Tam sure you have not alwaus been a tramp. Tanet peddled limonade in a circus—but the acid unhappy old man that Tam (tears). Say, Alonzo Busbee: His Life Im- pressions. + and AY WILLIAM atta. car, xv © Tien the passions, cramped no longer, shall have 1 will take dusky rs And eh 1 rear my e my luck, ~ Queen of } a woman, and weighed three pounds. I sh forget my first meet- ing with her. It was on the occasipn of her reception of the foreign representatives, in the palace at‘ ave. Although was comely: Asa woman she was beautiful; as a queen she was perfection. When a man wants a queen—w: real bad, I mean—it’s astoni: she becomes, especially if he’s got three other in his hand to draw to. ‘Three other queens, of Rana’s majestic proportions, and Rana herself would make about as large a load even a Kentucky mule would pine to draw. Mules should always hold pat hands, they are so averse to drawing, Ranalauavora was fat, but it was solid—no calvesfoot jelly oscillation about her three hundred pounds of flesh. It was ** full me: sure and all wool!” She made a beautiful sil- honctte as she sat on a picce of matting with her back to the beautifully whitewashed wall of the palace chamber, her ebony proportions sharply outlined on the snowy background. “Her brow was like a smoke-house, Ter neck was like the swan [Black Swan]— And her face, it was the darkest ‘That e’er the sun shone on,” Shed Shook, nts her hing how lovely comicbooks.com