Judge — May 10, 1884 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. ‘TIS BUT A LITTLE BUTT. sot down agin, another chap was brought forword an’ med his spache, an’ so on another, an’ afther he sot down, there wos a paws, but ’twosn’t long ’till a loud vice riz from th’ body of th’ hall, callin’ fara spache from “th? next aldherman Mr. Jeremiah Me- Geoghegan,” an’ I racognoized th’ vice as me bould Dinny’s, but purtinded nothin’ fur th’ moment, Thin in th’ twinklin’ ov an I, half a dussen or mebbe a full dussen other min ris up in different parts ov th’ hall, all callin’ loudly for a spache from aldherman McGcoghegan, an’ the ery wos taken up be others an’ sich an uproar niver yees saw as then ru n’ all th’ ifforts ov th’ chairman to be haired wor ov no use, an’ at lasht I rus up an’ steppin’ to th’ frunt or th’ platform jist as bould as iv I wos th’ or- rathur ov th’ noight on spishal invitashun, an’ as innicint loike as iv I new nothin’ at all ov th’ thrick: ans ov me frind Dinn I new how to me audience, widh me illigant borried brass watch chane hangin’ from th’ fob of me vest, an’ afther thankin’ ’em as th’ spaikers did who kim afore me, for th’ complimint an’ high honner they pade me, I at wonst c minced to spaik Dinny’s spache, not saising an instant till I kim to th’ ind ov it, fearing that if I stopt a minnit I’d forgit th’ rest ov id, an’ when "twos finished I rittaired to me foormer sate wid th’ cheers ov’ the’ awdence, stharted be me frind Dinny, ringin’ in me airs, an’I jist felt as prowd as iver Dan O'Connell did in the ould repaile toimes, as me father offen tould us, whin he'd sas “This is a grate day for Ireland.” — Afther the spache an’ the cheerin’, me bould Dinny shtarts up agin in th’ sinter ov th’ I, whil all th’ big guns on th’ platform wor staring at meeself, widh th’ blush ov me maiden spache on me, an’ wondherin’ who I was that med sich a commoshun, me bould Dinny gets up agin as I was sayin’ an’ prai- poses a vot ov thanks to th’ illiquint an’ pathriotic gi ntilman—main meeself coorse—for me aible spache jist made. Th’ moshun bein’ siconded by vices from ivery pairt ov th’ house, wos put be th’ chairman an’ carrid ‘orram, laivin’ me th’ biggest man in the maitin’ that noight, afther which, id bein’ thin rather late, th’ maitin’ wos dicclaired adjourned, an’ the’ crowd wint away cheerin’ for meeself there nixt aldher- man an’ gud guvermint. ‘Th’ nixt the paipers had a full account ov th’ ; widh Dinny’s spache spoke be meeself in full, an’ th’ vote ov than n’ the ch me own name printed in big letthers hed: An’ bedad th’ short an’ th’ long ov it wos t I wos nominated for aldherman at awcus ov th’ peeple’s party held th’ noight afther th’ maitin’ at an up-town hotel, an’ bein’ indorsed be th’ rippublicans, th’ county dimmocracy, an’ won or two other facshuns, who worall united agin Tamminy Hall, I wos clicted to fill the place ov me pridde- or ‘Teddy O’Shaugnessy, an’ here Iam won ov the fathers ov this grate Nigant mitthropolis, an’ all thru me frind Dinny Mulligan who, be way ov ric- cumpinse, I’ve plaiced in fortable posisshun in th’ dippairtmint ov public wurruks, which is called sinnicure widh nothin’ at all to do but kape sthrict watch over me intherists among me con- stithuincy in th’ distrik an’ cum down town an’ dhraw his pay rigularly wonce a month, n’ shure that’s th’ laisht I cud do for Dinny. An’ not a livin’ sow] knows th’ furst wurrad about the saycrit of me roise in th’ wurruld, barrin’ yeerself in this letther, an’ me frind Dinn: "Tis a moighty grate change fur the better, Terry, that has cum over me an’ me for- s since th’ day I furrust tuk me sate in th’ boord. "Tis now I can’t attindatinth pairt ov all th’ sworees an’ soshiables an’ ov maitins ov all koinds, or excipt a fraxion ov th’ invoitashuns to dinner or supper that are sent me on gilded an’ parfumed cards to th’ ark’s offis of th’ boord ivery day ov th’ wake, widh th’ complimints ov th’ quollity, or swally down all the t smashers an other high tone dhrinks to which I’m invoited be me constitooints ivery hour ov th’ day, barrin’ I cud make tin duzzin pairts ov mec. self an’ be in two duzzin or more sippirate plaices at th’ same minnit loike Byle Roch’s ubikitus burd long ’go. An’ whin f cumpaire th’ prissint widh th’ to whin I woson th’ big poipes an’ th’ airlier toime in me his- thory whin I wos carrin th’ hod here, ? goin’ back farther, whin IT was diggin’ the an cuttin’ th’ turf barefutted wid me oy braiches at th’ fut ov th’ mountin at home, I offen wondher w “tis mee- self that’s here at all, 3 nothin’ now but aldberman here at’ aldherman there, dherman, this mornin whin on the way to th’ hall ivery day, an’ thim that woaldn’t as much as notis me at all in th’ ould days afore Il Koinds ov ways now to r Aq’ thin me porthrait is in iviral other paipers here an’ bethune this an’ that an’ hoppin’ an’ trottin’, as we used to say at h , Pminjoin’ meeself to me hart’s contint, an” moight be prissidint yit barrin’ that I wos borned out ov th’ counthry. I almost intoirely forgot to minshun above won ov th’ citty fathe y thu ov me offis, I rivvued th’ Pathric! precisshun on th’ siventeenth ov th’ month, widh a bunch ov shamrogu grane ribbon in me button hole. | Y arve be th’ foregoin’ that I’ve improoved moightily in me’ ritin’ an’ spellin’ since T left th’ ould dart behoind me. I'm sidhered be m mes to be th’ best edy- cated man in th’ boord, whieh is not sur- prisin’ afther all, considherin’ that most ov ‘em, to me nolledge, hire noospaper rippor- thers an’ others to rite there spaiches for ‘em beforehand. But me friend Dinny does all that bi for me, an more betoken, me spaiches are th’ best 1 in th’ boord, as ripporthed in our offishal paiper the Citty Riccord {rom Dinny’s manniseri Hopin’ to here from yees soon widh the laitest noos from Ballyhoura an’ th’ ould frinds an’ naybors, [I rimmain yeer sinsare friend an’ ould crony, Jenny MCGEOGHEGAN, p. s.—Addres follies: Aldherman Jer Aldhermannick Chaimbe Ould Citty Hall, New York Citty, United Sthates ov Ameri ‘one Coumest bY Tuk Jepge:—It would pear, judging by the confident—in fact, pa it—tone of the going inter- cepted epistle, that the honorable rian ‘ Aldherman Jeremiah McC was, at date of writing, wholly oblivious of the fact that our lative Reformers at Albany were then actually engaged in play- ing sad havoc with the municipal influence, prerogatives and perquisites of our “ winner able,” wise, witty, and versatile City Fathers. But, perhaps, such depre news. was advisedly and for good, well as obvious reasons, 1 the ‘old frinds and croni the moun- tin.” Tue JepGe ased to learn from the “Father” himself that his ‘ porthrait ” has already adorned our pictorial pages fact which we were wholly unaware of before; but we are justly proud of the fact that the “Aldherman’s” pen and ink ‘‘porthrait” from t ov ——————— comicbooks.com