Judge — January 16, 1884 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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Already is there a ‘‘ National-Greenback- Labor” party organized, and people are flocking to them to enroll themselves in the list, and march under the Butler banner, | If the General is buld-headed, he takes | time by the forelock; keeps an eye out, and, in his own fascinating and inevitable man- ner, lures every wavering party to his side. Massachusetts Republi needn't be | hilarious over the thought that Butler was | defeated, for it places him a round higher on the ladder to the White House than if he had been successful. He wants all his and can now give his whole attention to canvassing for the Presiden whereas, had he been Governor this yc would have taken so munch of his valuable time to expose ne, and break up fraud and corruption, that he would probably have lost the golden opportunity of becoming chief Magistrate of the nation. Beside: in the good State wa Ma iusetts is not what it Id days of the Adamses. The ice pretty proud of the intellect that centered there, but its glory has de- | marted. Bos no longer the * literary nub ind which the universe revol Authors who made the state famous have died or moved away, some even accepting | honors and positions in foreign lands. Many visitors of note now choose York asa market for literary wares. Nymphia, in her short literary care it the best. Knowing all this, the General has made up his mind that Boston is fast becomin third rate city which it is well for him to be out of, and he considers his defeat a bles ing indisguise. One week more, and he will shake the dust fi 3 feet and tarn his back on the city: he will soon hold sway ina higher and more honored position ¢ any the little State has to bestow, New Even tfids Stars on the Ice. A GENTLE youth on Annie gazed, With ob! such tender eyes. She paused a moment on her skates And spoke, with some surprise. “Oh? tell m Why do you why, iny gentle youth, "he said, ** That rules my destiny.” re the star But Annie, sore perplexed, replied annot sure be so, It seems to me you make a No matter where you gc He strode away upon his skates With air as brave as Mars. Then tumbled flat y Exelaiming, “Oh! on hi AN editor frequently betrays his erratic inklinations in print. Wuo discovered the aramal Cave? dentist who filled the gir 's teeth. A Tue pirants Ing of a lder of Fame to some literary asy of ascension as the climb- the si her s applicants for hi “Very sorry, m: gone by: however ing around th lad on it pr rionic honors, rer, and you can put the ) Motner (to son who has eut his hand)— Oscar and Ma-ma. Trempir, ye editors. Tr quake. Get down on your kn that your doom may be averted, the path, and she is Wilde! When you read the report that came flying through the sea, unw 1 of its bloody purpose, that Lady Wilde wanted to kill one of you, to make herself happy, you smile little thinking that while dis- tant there are th round you (their num- bers are like Billie’s dollars) who sigh for the blood of an **American editor.” Have you forgotten the host of * Rejected and Declined?” If you we have not forgotten you, and we have determined to assist the old lady in her great desire. Oscar shall be revens All the writers of reje meeting on C! m-ble and sand pray She is on y, to decide which editor should be given to satisfy Lady Wilde's | wrath, ‘The sentiment of the meeting was | that an American editor must go, but which one is what stalled the meeting. ‘The meek- est member there wanted six destroyed, and | some went up into the hundreds.” Seeing that n nclusion could be reached, we de termined to send the following poetry, trap, and the editor who refuses it, dies like an old maid: The mother of Oscar W! Wants to B ai Of an Americ shi he crimson gore editor, Slip up on the ice and fall! Dress Hosker in long clothes, Brush the wrinkles out of his nose, And with him march to the fore, We, dear lady, will punish the editor. Slip up on the ice and fall! OVER IN JERS Now, till your hand gets better, or you'll be arrested on suspicion of murder.” sY. rqe, be careful and stay in the house Dear Osear Imakes us feel | To see m sweetest, don’t be Vera” bad sad, Leave the avenging, sweetthing, to us, Slip up on the jee and fall! Don't Marry for Love. Iy choosing a wife, look shary he best bar 0 the end, nd drive And case The in you ean, and contentment will surely attend, who oll plan. Beware of sly Cupid, that slippery cuss Don't let him your heartstrings secure, He'll tangle you up in a terrible w Then skip away out the back door. Fat living this Cupid ean never And that is what we And ke © without sou And Cupid loves chilteen, His fave ift 10 hist He'll leave you a dozen And you'll think yo vet the world o'er— ys many more, Ware happy, poor fools, And when he has With nary a¢ He'll skip, as we Sir Poverty, bo: ot you right under boost, his thumb, ne for and y f the HI leave his dear chum, Tuoven th crowds | Where the selfrighteous meet ‘ne ) Yet, whenever the voice of hu “play people” may not assemble in th the ty call eeple; They become a TT the En ost zealous work people. glish language is fast becoming lish slang led “No One” by his charitable friends, wuse ignorance of the law excuses no one | A poor attorney is ¢: | | comicbooks.com