Judge — July 19, 1884 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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Come TOMMY LETS GO OVER TO THE DEMOCRATIC HASH FACTORY AND Mistress ov THE Hovse—* Well, boys, sorry the dish don’t suit you, but I guess I will continue to keep house all the same.” the painful consciousness that about the worst tattooed and and tabooed things ex- tant are the Democratic party and the un- fortunate individual at the head of ticket. POLITICAL STARVATION. Tue Independents, whom our artist has chosen to amalgamate and embody in the person of the most loudly squealing of their number, George William Curtis, have suc- ceeded in placing themselves in a very false and unenviable position. ‘They have de- sorted from the republican ranks under cir- cumstances which make it extremely improb- able that they will ever be received again as members in good standing, and as all their affiliations and whatever principles they may be supposed to have left are opposed to Democracy, they stand between the two camps—a very forlorn and piteous little body—altogether shut ont from partaking in the glories and excitement of the coming campaign. Their numbers are altogether too insignificant to admit of their forming a new party; the sentiments they express and the political treachery they have been guilty its | SEE WHAT KIND OF A DISH THEY witt GIVE US Adapted from “ Harper's: Weekly,” June Mat p. 395. of, have rendesed them so unpopular that an never hope to become even the nucleus of a new party. In the great politi- cal banquet that is being spread, they can taste of the dishes on neither side of the salt. Political starvation awaits them, and the popular verdict is “Serve them right.” A RINGING ENDORSEMENT. We take great pleasure in printing the following letter from a gentleman in this city—a ringing endorsement of James G. Blaine and Tur June's steadfast policy: — | New York, June, Excentest Mr. Jupar. — Exce articles in this week's issue on the polit ation. You Mr. Blain statesman. and ring lished in } Sth, 1884. are your 1 situ: usa clear and truthful description of | eminent services as a politi It is re g to read such an carnest g defense of Mr. Blaine in a journal pub- | w York. Yours truly, jan and | wos. A crank is a man so set in his own opinions | that you can’t turn him. What is a crank | good for that can’t be turned ?—Boston Transcript. Beating the Tattoo. To frighten James ¢ They But that for Blaine wt m will prove, ‘tis plain, A harmless bug:a:boo. But beat the loud tattoo s big drum, lid ranks will come— med with his taboo— With The With Democ A Family Resemblance. “ THetto, Robbery, old boy,” said a Hand- cull. ‘Whom are you addressing, sir?” “Oh, come, you can’t guy me. you if you are dressed up.” “But Iam not Robbery, sir.” “Well, then, I'd like to know who you I know “My name “Well, m used to know. anyway.” “No, sir, I have but two brothers, and their names are Suspension and Failare.” “Oh, yes, I remember now. Robbery was the father of the whole batch o’ you. 1 remember.”—Chicayo News. ignment, sir.” 3 your brother that I You léok mightily alike, comicbooks.com