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mutual distrust, they offer many a pri ble breach to the patient and wary foe. The truth is that the country is ripe fora change, and the Democrats knowing this, are push- ing the Republican fastness for all they are worth, The title onee proudly arrogated by ty in power, “the party which saved the country,” has lost its signifies More than twenty years in office, “ with all that the term implies,” has made the party intel- lect crass and stupid. ‘The spoils, abundant as they were, have not satisfied everybody, the vision, and one result of these quarrels been to let in a stream of li istrative methods which f it upon admin- Iministrations could bear—certainly not the present one, Then, a somewhat dilettante president com- ates the situation, and the very deed that the cau presidency, though the act of ble crank, int between the two factions. On the other hand a solid and united front, Long from the sweets of oflice far as the memory of the rising generation goes, they have been hon eral poli- tie rked temp. peculation; but, of his promotion from the vice- n irresponsi- jes the bitterness of feelin » the Demoera § present forbearance have made them and in good condition for the race. As ps because they tation and opportunity fe be the reason what it may, the majority of voters will think that off than they are, and will advocate a change at any cost. Agi cannot be worse n, the Democrats are not d ure the Re- You see, they have not had so ght intrenched positi so torn by inter ensions publican much to out. Ina word, despite the 11 of the Republi- ¢ the wealth of ps xe it the solid ted votes it can alwa mand, its position this year is ad stron, can party; des rc controls, phalanx of senti- ntal or inter com- igerous one. Republicanism has waxed fat while rate, and, as Democracy was waxing des the adage says, it is ill arguing between a fall man and a fasti But both parties will tell you that they are going to elect the next president, and, as both cannot succeed, which one is telling a lie? ‘Time and the little Sphinx that hides in every ballot box can alone answer that conundrum, For some time past there has been talk of electing John J. Dunn president of the Po- lice Endowment Fund Association, and now they have been and gone and dunn it. AN exchange says Senator Payne has fired off his presidential gun, and is now waiting for the boom to reverberate throngh the country. We wonder if it will prove a tell- ing shot. If so, it will give the country great Payne for the next four ye Boss McLavoGutty, of Brooklyn, is minus one of his henchmen, by the disappearance of Peter J. Meaney, who was to have reported to the auditing committee with $20,000 of the funds of the Iron Molders’ Union. Morning Journal. Was Meany disappeared with the money? If so, he is a meaner man than his com: i and there have been quarrels over their di- | | JOYS OF Mrs. Squizzle Chooses a Profession. |. A Newsraren—which never yet made a false statement and had to contradict it— asserts that no person, male or female, in this literary, intellectual, and cultured com- munity but what has at one time or another written a play. id Surprised at this statement, for [ be some literary ability myself, I read the p »h aloud to Sally Mari. oz she, “Ma, go to work on w drama at or you'll be considered of no account by the literati here, With that, she brought me pen, ink, and paper, but [ hesitated, and, watching me with an anxious , she said, ** What will be the subject of your play?” My own life, of st of ra- z 1, sternly. ** Not a single incident in it, since 1 became the wife of Jabez Squizzle, that has not suf- i ction fora good play, and ntation on any stage. * Yes, indeed,” chimed in the dear girl, “the incidents and accidents of and mine, couched in your eloquent will, if properly arranged, make a drama worthy of being witnessed by people of the higue est position both in ourown country and Uri Her encoura ing words, together with the inspiration of the time and place, put me in the proper mood, and, in less time than it takes me to tell it, I was the author of an ginal T held it up, and shouted vietory:” when the last word was trans cribed to the p he task was com- ge, fully through to Sally Mari, w * Victo! would be a very appropriate name for it, and [ imme- diately sent on and had it copyrighted under that title. T had no doubt, when it became known to the managers of the different theatres that a “new and original play” had been pro- duced, they would all be after it, but, to our surprise, nobody called, though’ Sally Mari and I both sate in state (in our best bib and tucker) in the drawing-room to receive them for a whole week. ‘* I'm not going to stand this much longer,” said I, and at the end of the week I started out, and called or at- WINTER, THE BEAUTIFUL SNOW, tempted to lar managers. But not if 1 on some of the most popu- edid T get sight at, though w the k hair and coat-tails of several individuals squeezing through half-open doors when my name and business was an- nounced by the porter, At length I was driven to such a state of desperation that I consulted a manipulator of other people’ productions. He told me, in confidence that he had been in this business for some years and had amassed quite a fortune. He never failed to get a play produced when he fairly tackled a manager.” “Something depends on the merit of the drama, I prestime,” sez [. “ Not a bit of it,” sez he, on the way you strike out. My blood eurdled when I saw him deposit an Indian war club in a large pocket in the tail of the long ulster he wore; and then he carefully slipped the roll of manuscript in the other pocket, and he started off at a brisk pace. “T use a little diplomacy, but [ invariably obtain from managers the desired end,” said he. ** Pray tell me how,” I cried, excitedly. “Wait patiently and you will see, replied. ‘There was n “ Ttall depends time to say more, then the doorkeeper put in an appe and asked, in a rongh voice, what we wanted. “T have an appointment with the man ger—that is, he wants to see me about the next play to be produced,” said the manipu- lator. “And th he asked, gi stare. “Oh, she’s booked for a character part,” says the manipulator, as cool as though he was telling the honest truth, After again scrutinizing us closely, the doorkeeper led the way slowly to the mana- ger’s room, He was sitting tipped back in his chair, his feet on the desk and his back towards us, smokin When he got a sight of his distinguished visitors—which was not until we had made acircuit of the room, walking up and stop- lady—what does she want?” ing me ratheran impertinent | ping short, directly in front of him—he as- comicbooks.com ° a0 27} Sees i, 7373 SSS , itd