Judge — March 1, 1884 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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SPD POLARIS TEES FEE FRR RRR 0 Fee EE THE JUDGE. 324, 326 and $28 Pearl St., (Franklin Square.) NEW YORK. PUBLISHED ONCE A WEEK. TERMS TO SUBSCRIBERS. One copy. one year. oF 7. 81x months, of 3 numbers. py, for 13 weeks, Errersce yaee ad Address, THE JUDGE PUBLISHING COMPANY, SU, and Pearl St. New York. EUROPEAN AGENTS ‘Tue Iereasariosal News Comrasy, 11 Bouverte St. (Fleet St.) Loxvox, BSoLaxn, NOTICE, Contributors must put thelr valuation upon the articles they end to us (subject toa price we may ourselves fix), of otherwise they will be regarded aa gratuitous Stam A be tnclosed for return postage, with pame and address, If writers wish to regain thelr declined articles, CORRESPONDENTS. HPT CORRESPONDENTS WILL FLFASE TAKE sOTICE TwAT THEY exp Mex To TWis OFTICE AT THEIR OWN amex. WHERE eTAMrs QveNr ctl “Welcome the Coming, Speed the Parting Guest.” Mr. J, A. Waxes, whose clever pencil has | entertained so many of our readers, has sev- ered his connection with Tue Jupge. Mr. Frank Beard, of the famous Beard Brothers, who with this issue assumes control of our pictorial department, is too well known in the artistic world to need more than a mere mention of his name, and of the fact that he has associated himself with us. Tar JuoGe congratulates himself and his readers on the acquisition of Mr: Beard. TILDEN ON THE MASH. Samvet J. TitpeN has many attractions of mind and person—some people say of purse, and the way the Democratic party loves Sammy and the way Sammy loves the | Democratic party, is quite edifying and a | good example to many a household. Indi- vidually, Mr. Tilden has not always been fortunate in his preferences—he has been friendly with Henry Watterson, for instance —but the collective love of his heart has been always bestowed upon democracy, and the fecling has always been reciprocated since dear Sammy gave unmistakeable evidence of his possession of that most potent of all political love philters—a bar'l. Since that time Sammy’s bar’l has been the main sup- port of the party he loved—in this region at least. [t has been the barrel of meal that wasted not and the crase of oil that did not THE JUDGE. fail, to every thirsty and hungry Democrat in eastern New York. The cruse of oil has lately been filled afresh by the Standard Oil Company, but Sammy’s bar'l remains the great old stand-by after all. No wonder the party loves him. No wonder, when Sammy goes forth for an afternoon stroll along the | political avenue, that young Democracy suf- fers itself to be mashed. No wonder that it | believes him when he assures it t there is a wealth of affection stored up in that rugged old bosom of his which can never be exhausted. Democracy, as a rule, does not care much for affection, but it will always prick up its ears at any mention of wealth, and whenever Mr. Tilden speaks, the dollars scem to clink musically in unison with his dulcet tones. Oh, that bar’l, that bar'l! Sammy never travels without it, and consequently he never fuils to mash a Demo- crat with a sidelong glance and an inviting beckon from the wonderful bar’l. WHO IS THE SEWER? ANY ONE who is familiar with our muni- cipal regulations will find much to surprise | | him in a midnight, or even in an evening | walk through certain parts of this city. He will see the law, as he understands it, openly violated in every second block, and he will see the policemen—those guardians of the peace and enforcers of the law—-passing by on the other side like the Pharisce in the | | parable. Why is opium smoked in the Chi- nese quarter in defiance of the law? Why do the so-called concert saloons remain open? Why do— but space would fail us if we asked all the questions suggested in this con- nection; and space would be thrown away, for we should receive no answer. ‘There must be some reason for all this, and sundry | and manifold disclosures have taught u where to look for the reason, It is one which accounts for many of the actions of men; it is based on the most potent factor in our civilization—the mighty dollar. There is, in the language of the initiated, “sewer” in our city; a sewer whose capac- ity and far-reaching ramifications dwarfs even the cloaca maxima of ancient Rome, and good, usefal, trusty dolla sewer? Ah, that is a secret; but it must be some person or persons powerful enough to bid the law stand aside and allow the illegal acts to goon. For these keepers of brothels, of dance houses, of opium joints and gam- bling dens do not pay out their money for nothing. Far otherwise. ‘Chey receive an equivalent for every dollar they spend. ‘They pay for protection, for the privilege of pur- suing their Hegal occupations undisturbed by the police, and to all appearances they get their money’s worth of impunity. Ask any of them where their money goes, and they will tell you, if in a confidential mood, | that it goes in the sewer. Pash your inves- tigation more closely, and ask who or what the sewer is, and you will be answered by a into this sewer constantly pours a stream of | Who is in this | | shrag or wink. It is none of your business. Possibly it is none of their's. They pay for What need to ask where the money long as it protection and they get it. | accomplishes the purpose for which it was expended? And whence comes the money that these law-breakers pour so lavishly into the sewer? Ask the countrymun who comes to New York with a plethoric wallet to see the ele- phant, and returns next day with empty | pockets and a vast fund of experien Ask | the intoxicated young rake who slashes round | town on a wild spree, and wakes up minus his watch and all his spare cash; ask anyone | who has ever been in any of these fragrant | resorts which the police never visit and | rarely see, and you will find that the gains | of such places must be enormous, Anda percentage of these profits go to the | sewer. Who is the sewer? What is the sewer? What rat or rats are fattening in its | ne depths? We are confronted with a | closed mouth, with an aperture that takes | in everything but gives out nothing—not even information—and still the lic haw nd a hundred other ordinances are daily and hourly violated; still drunkenness, and prostitution, and robbery walk the streets, and still the police are supine and the ¢ lars flow merrily into the sewer. Is it insa tiable? Is it a bottomless pit which never can be filled up; or will it one day cease to be a passive receiver and turn into an active cleanser of the filth of New York's by-ways? Who can tell? Ask the hidden powers that live in the sewer. HINTS FOR LEAP YEAR. RecooNtzine the fact that the ladies od bless them—have only one year in four for demanding admiration, though they car always compel it, our artist has been at to collect for the information of the fair scx the most approved methods of producing a effect upon those stupid men Jcver is fully aware that there is nothing new in any of these methods, that they have been tried by the female of our | kind from time immemorial, and that eve in this bread land who has reache years of discretion has long since chosen her metier, and works consistently on the lin she has marked out for herself. Evers woman desires to make herself as beautifu and attractive as possible; that isan instinct which is born with the dear creatures, and which grows with their growth and strength ens with their strength. It is a very prett -y blessed instinct for this colorless work-a-day world of ours, and has as its re sult no mconsiderable portion of the sun shine which cheers the desolate pathway of man here below. Women should be thanke and not ridiculed for displaying their charn to the best advantage. When a lady with | matchless arm learns to play on the harp sh delights us less by the music, which she may or may not excell in, than by the exhibition comicbooks.com