Judge — July 26, 1884 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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fully and patiently, but, beyond s refuted charg nd exploded calumnies, we have not found it. Even the immaculate purity of Mr. Curtis has not thrown the iniquities of that bold, bad sufficiently stron them. Blaine into relief to enable us to see The objection to Mr. Cleveland is far more definite—as Governor of New York he expressed, through his veto of the car-drivers’ bill,his opinion that American citizens ought to labor sixteen hours out of the twenty-four for a remuneration of a fraction over a dol- This may have been sound De- y a quarter of a century ago, when Temocrats were slave owners, but at this ch of the nineteenth century, when the majority of themselves, G Democrats are workingmen ver Cleveland will find that y his veto. The es, which has always he has not made much t vote of the working cls will swamp that ill-fated party this American laborers n to know which Blaine, who has always hi the people are intelligent is their friend— 1 the interest of Cleveland, who con- siders that they should work sixteen hours for a dollar odd, cach da: heart, or Oh! What a Picture 's That, My Countrymen. I’ a Democrat from way back on my fatherly side, my mother bein’ a she wig, because her father was—of course, he was a wig you know—and lots of men is what they is because their father was, which should be extenuatin’ circumstance, if a man should be fined guilty of bein’ a Democrat. ‘The Democrats is a grand old party, and is noted princi! for their age; and as age 's wine and old masters valuable, the nocrats must be a valuable old party, is strong enough for one day. ‘The Democrats is the party of purity and progrest—they hain’t got hold of much national prog of late, but they have taken a long rest and is going to extend it a long ways ahead—and, in their a. 1, mounted, shinin’ panorply of purit: asight to behold. They’s nuthin’ honesty itself, the Demercrats is, and don’t know no such word as crookedness, To be sure, there was the Tweed gang; but they was Tam’ny Democrats, which is different, you know. Black sheep will crawl into the best regerlated ant’s nests, is a proverb we all know. But the true-blue, red-breasted Democracy is a thing of beauty and joy forever! ‘The Democrats is a numerous and pushin’ pershwasion, and you can’t keep ‘em out of any share except the national guvernment, which is vanity and vexashun of spirit to carry on. No, sir, you can’t keep ’em out of any share else, owin’ to their pushin’ por- pensities. The woods is full of ’em—in summer, when the roads is hot an dusty, and not bein’ stuck up, they invadeand take possession of the alms-houses, jails and State prisons, and is at home there and happy. ‘The Demercrats didn’t do much for the country in the war, but we didn’t believe in the war you see, and did all we could con- scientiously to help our southern brothers. We got left, but have the approval of our | don’t want to hawk him. THE JUDGE. THAT conscience, you know, her bee can lie ’round loc The Democrats is John Kelly and great is the profit the cheers for John Kelly! Sam Tilden has passed into sainthood and is our patron saint— Saint Tilden! We could put him in Pre: dent, but he won’t have it ‘cause he'd rather be a Saint than President any day, and we He's an at, bang up Saint, and the hallo ’round his he: shines like it does ‘round the moon some- times. St. 'Tilden—p’raps it will b amuel—will always occupy a larg nitch in the temple of fame, and all the true- blue, brass-mounted Demercrats will al bow at the shrine, and shout, ‘Glory to Saint Sammy!” It will be a most affectin’ sight, and shows that republics is not un- grateful. If we Demercrats should get the guvern- ment, we’d make hay while the sun shin you bet, ‘cause it wouldn’t shine forever; and makin’ hay is understood without me goin’ any deeper inter the mysteries and miseries of politics and guvernment; but I guess we shan’t git it this heat, and if not I don’t know when! The Demercrats has got so many men of ir to middlin’, and a 1. caliber, as wants to serve their country and the party, not to mention servin’ themselves, that they’s em- barrassed awfully. Such a richness is wo: ’n havin’ on’y Hobson’s choice, don’t you A clear conscience f pine boards, and we and be happy. which it know? THEY ARE PROBABLY MISTAKEN. HOW MANY PATIENT READERS OF TITE “TIMES” JOURNAL IMAGINE LOOKS. THE “FUNNY EDITOR OF Now, if they'd on’y rallied unanimous on John Kelly, they’d had a man who'd lead ‘em onto victory, or death, as shure as Sce how he holds’ the ‘Tam’ny ether; and they’s the most ob- loots that ever run whiskey ed the policy shop: Demererats the counthry joined Tam’ny Hall t other week, John Kelly would e been nominated for Presi dent as easy as fallin’ off a log, and be elected next November on the tidal wave plan. Yes, sir; the great wave of Democracy would roll up and on, and sweep all before it on the political beach, and no bulkheads or break- waters could stop it. It would be a movin’ t for the nations of the world to look onto; and what a guv- ernment we should have with John Kelly as President, the fust gentleman of the land! The picture in my mind’s eye, of J. K. as FG iE is so overpowerin’ that I can’t— well, I’m too full of admiration for utterance for the present, and am givin’ myself up to the all-absorbin’ contemplation of that grand picture! stroperlus mills or bi If all the in AL. Packer, p. s.—Oh! what a picture ’s that, my countrymen! immortal- s Mr. McAdoo of Jersey ized himself by circulating a cock-and-bull story about Senator Logan and the Zuni Indian lands, he has been known as ‘McAdoo \ about nothing.” comicbooks.com