Judge — May 10, 1884 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. Dinny Mulligan who, as you'll rimimber, wos a schuletaicher in th’ ould dart undher th’ nashunal sistim ov edycashun an’ had to laive th’ counthry be raison ov Fininism sum yeers ago, an’ who's 8 an’ shrood a chap, barrin’ th’ dhrink, as iver saled from th’ ould shpot ov airth at hon ** Good evenin’ Jerry,” says me bould Dinny, ‘an’ hou’ re toime ” «Good exenin are moighty quare an’ conthrary intirely, mn” tis I wuld rather be at home diggin’ th’ pra- * the turf as ov “ould, thin ikin? me back here,” seys I, “whin I mate an ould friend an’ crony loike yeerself, an’ havn't a sint in me q to gitadhrop oy th’ craythur for both ov us,” seys 1. Now, as yees know, Dinny wos always a gud hured koind of a fello. an’ seys he, “Jer- ry,” seys he, “L hev a dollar or two in me pocket, an’ let us go into Con MceCowliff’s place forninst us an’ we'll hev a dhrop ov sumthin’ to wet our whistles for sake ov ould times, Jerry,” seys Dinny. An’ bedad I wos so low Sperrited at that blissid momint, that I didn’t wait for th’ second invitashun, an’ twosn’t wh ye'd be sayin’ Jack Robin- son ‘till meeself an’ Dinny wor saited in Con's buck room in Sinter sthrate nere th’ citty hall, whare [im sated now in th’ boord, over a staiming glass ov biling hot Irish whisky-punch med, as Con tould us, from th’ raal ould potheen. Afther two ov the hot punch th’ spi Z roise in Dinny an’ meeself an’ we moighty gud humer widh ourselves, th’ rest ov th’ wurruld, an’ ’twasn’t long ill Dinny inthroduced the subjec’ ox politix widh which he was well aquainted from his tin yeers expayrence in the citty. An’ sevs he to me, “Jerry,” seys he, “ phy don’t yees git into politix?” Ov I hed th’ gift ov th’ gab,” seys he, “that yees have, Jerry, 1d he a sinnather yeers but yees kno seys Dinny, “I'm only good on paper an? "t for th’ loife ov me shpak th’ platform,” seys he. ‘1 to be doin’ in politix, Dinny,” as yees know, I kin nayther cipher excipt tome own taisth,” as for public spaiki vs 1. “shure I niver thried it since me shoe cost forepince.” widh that Dinny gev td rap on th? table an’ Con kim in, an’ Dinny ordhered another hot punch which soon appaired, an’ afther another gorlogue, Dinny risumed th’ talk, an’ seys he, “now, Jerry,” seyshe, “ov yees take me advoice tonight, and L know th’ ins an’ outs ov New York politix, ye'll be an aldhert hin else besoides workin’ on the bi before this toimea vere to Dinuy. Me ‘own sperrit was ov th’ hot sf. interrupt I, * I'll be sarved v” will folly yeer ad- “ An widh that,” s Dinny, © * seys he, ‘there he a mass meetin’ of ‘the peeple at Cooy Hall next Friday noight,” seys he, * nominashuns an’ make oth ys he, ‘tan ov ye'll take ce I'm goin’ to giv vees ye'll be nominated for aldherman, an’,” seys Dinny, Til rite a spache for yes that’ IW take the peeple be storm,” seys he, “all ye'll hev to do will be to git it off be hart - practis it bethween now he, ‘Can’ on the py meetin, Dinny, “be sha artin to be on th’ latform and reddy to spak : lave the rest in me han a wurrud on at wud Ewart I *whin, ches be this toim voice,” juno whieh be eed wos' tht dhe an: alan: AN OUNCE OF PREVENTION BETTER THAN A POUND OF CURE. Old Farmer Plowjogger, antidote for the bites of emergency like the ubove. having learned that whisky taken in large quantities was an enoimous creatures, always carries a bottle with him in case of an ris’ from himself for frindsh Dinny dhrew out pincil an’ paper an’ began he which he tin ve the foiner sp wos iver ritten or spoken since th’ Dinny red the sp: that be Friday noight I hed ivery wurrud ov ne he hart jist as I larned Abe go undher our ould Manus O’Shaug Mac Numers ‘nt Dan O'Connell. me an’ T promised him te bethween thin ai ” Con's dhuc an’ ’ whiskey punches. rsiveral rodes home in to be on th’ pl hest Sunday oop in me best S on of me appairance, got on th’ pla siperated to ¢ s, all the time wondherin what plans ov Dinny for th’ aivenin’, but faith, I n’t left long in doubt on that pint, for, as it aftherw ard appaired, vosn’ sed up in. me an’ wondherin’ phat Dinny’s plan wos to hey me nomir S well an’ betoken yees, iver} * Friday, afther énmin’ me wurrak en th big poipe: ludy’s doter, who was aschulet spache for me siveral times over, so > brave Dinny n’t long in bein’ opened be th’ ¢ an’ the furst spaiker on th’ list kim for: bein’ inthroduced in the us I got me land- nial way, an’ med ’ whin he wos dun an’ comicbooks.com