Judge — September 6, 1884 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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AUGUST. TUE FIRST AND THE LAST OF IT, Talk and torrid weather, And think what tricks the month b wand Te you in the shade, ‘mal waves" Since yor How dreary looked the biz T t you remember, — very well, essed as if it were November n't know how T chanced to speak— The weather w the te It lasted us ate course, “ More min today? You't And U would “LT wonder when We'll have that row upon the river.” You'd smith Next And cold wer, With a pretty s and frown, tn't to wait lor And then Vd bring And read—you know he’s not al? naughty. We had ¢ We'd pace Or drive, in terror of astorm— The rowt my Swinburne o1 sures; wrapped up warm at least, were never dusty, 1 now, you're clad in muslin light, s airy as the floating feat And L have donned my flannels white, And still our talk is of the weather. st we've had our promised row heat that glowed, that scemed to smother, $ want g 5 the roads are ¢ sir is choki Our early Av Our fadin; Both end in this—TMl read Once more those verses from Dolores. 0. Ht sessor Tu hetics now boast ofad sunflower, and this is how the beautiful girl, a daisy she sacred flowe an out of c it blushed crimson before she with it.——Quite natural, we done the same ourselves, ep, crimson got it: A was, stared untenance; should have | lent address—such was through | THE JUDGE. No Use Buckin' “Agin “Fac’s. | ‘3. ** CONGRATULATE you on your son’s excel- good set in it what any father t be proud of —” F ans well answered the aged philosopher as he shifted the borrowed chaw to the larboard side of his well developed mouth“ you means well, but Sim has disap pinted me. Wy dere warint no sentimens m dat ar’ dress dat de woohiees darkey on de ole plantatian couldn’t see frew in no time. Now wen I tended de mass meetin’ down at de Green Pint, dere war four lawyers wat talked on fur six mortial hours about de terriff an’ sich, and bless me ef me or other nigger knowed wat dey was driven Dat’s what I calls de gift of de gab. ow sittin ove de er so de m head or No, Sim le man and on de fence, and ef niggers can’t git lebel of it and talk like de wite debbel hisself doan know wich tail den wat’s eddication good fur. he’s bin a disappintment to de dere’s no use buckin’ p noble art of self-defence 1 most with the mouth, Wuen betrothed lovers sing, it is music by the hanned. Th pract is nowadays Wues the people of this count upon to make choice between and a moral leper for their pr might perhaps in this dire formate to prefer a ce either. But as that occasion won’t arise we may all breathe freely, for we can comfort ourselves with the reflection that no one is quite as black as he is painted. attooed man esident, they extremity be ad ‘* widow” to “ Letthe Irish go” exela disgusted Democratic } ago. Well, my friend, don’t worry about it; they are going; in droves, in scores, in hune dreds, in thousands—right: over into the Republican Party. So you ought to feel istied that your advice well eded. is being so | pocus decis imed an irateand triot wshort time An Open Letter from Col. Joyce. Wastixeros, D. €. Avoust, ISS Mv Dean JupGr:—Let me congratulate you onthe patriotic and pictorial hanging given ina late cartoon to Beecher, Schurz, Jones and Curtis ‘These sanctified hypo- crites will make royal food for the black vul- tures of public opinion. What a lovely quartette of purifiers, Keecher gives u certificate of virtue to Grover Cleveland, and, of course, that will this nation and convince mankind ur honored candidate ” is as pure as le that hung from the temple of Di- ana, girded by the frosts of purest snow! $ us’ been oscillating between the genius of Jeremiah Didler, and the devotion of Dugald Dalgetty, occasionally exceeding the: artists as a personal and polit He professes honesty and reform, yet he condoned tae I yes presiden- tial fraud, grabbing the interior Department as his share of the slush. He posesas.a peo- ple’s man, yet he signed over to Villard and the Northern Pacific Rail Road, by a bocus n, enough public land to farm and feed a million of men, women, and chil- dren for a thous: years. Therefore, while picking the mote out of Mr, Blaine’s », he should procure a derrick and hoist beam out of his own. Mr. Blaine’s y and purity have never been doubted » who know the facts, but these mod- like those of old, crucify nnot control. tive from justice, a Republican for ambition, a Liberal for the loaves and fishes, and a Democrat, Schurz excels all other He s in the scope of his monu- mental cheek aud the transcendental elo- quence of his classic hypocrisy! Jones, of the Times, is on the pay-roll of the Coupes CLs, and his free trade paper is but the echo of the London Times. But, s the English papers instruct uz Americans to vote for Cleveland, I presume we will be conn Ttodous they say, just with the t we exhibited at Bunker where they NIGHT-MARE,