Judge — October 4, 1884 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. tained about Mr, Blaine’s course in the mat. ter. The fact that Mulligen accused Blaine of suppressing a letter which is now found never to have left the possession of the for. jent to throw discredit on the sher-Mulligan clan, It is perfectly evident that both were actuated by pure malignity in the matter, and the whole bears the impress of an abortive blackmailing scheme. A man who publishes private cor- respondence is a man to be looked on with suspicion in any event. When he publishes it at the time and in the manner which Mulli- gan chose, there is prima fucie evidence of some personal malice to be gratified. The reason the malice is found in Mr. Blaine’s It lay in the desire of Mr. ape furnishing the collateral Mr. Blaine had dispose: his agent, and of which he (Fisher) eted the price. If we accept as true the aphorism which that the man who injures you is more your enemy own letters. Fisher to poc every day life unfortunately confirms than the man you injure—we find cause for Fisher’s and Mulligs lence, A pretty pair, by the way, even upon their own showing, this Mullig her However, that is be ‘The important point is that th tried the last resource of disappointed malice, They have fired gainst Mr. Blaine and it hed in the pan. Let us hope that will find some subject to discuss of | more immediate and general interest than Mr. James Mulligan, ‘That stale old slander | will not cost Blaine a vote. nand F must be, tion. and have tried it in vain. their last charge has fl the pre Ir a turkey is a gobl , is ayoung turkey a goble ‘Tur only genuine Irish bull isof the Kerry ‘ariety. Shoving the ‘* Queer”—pushing an eccentric man, Eupry bottles are like dead men, because their spirits are gone. No Jew will agree that Hilton’s exclusion of that race from his boarding house at Saratoga was jewdicioua. Miss Lee married a lawyer. She says a civil suit was begun by her husband, hence she is now a married woman, and a’ Lee-gal one, too, Arnovos of the discussion as to whether the lower animals have souls, we have some intimation on the subject, for skye terriers abound, “Dinnis, why is a gentleman like a pup- ” Shure, how do I know, Mike?” ‘Shure, doesn’t a gintleman wine and dine, and doesn’t a puppy whine, too?” Tuovent editors generally are a respecta- ble class, it is notorious that they are mem- bers of a ‘‘ press gang.” Yes, that is their type, and they publish it to the world, Uncle Sam stopping Cleveland and his ship Demoer fe, Democratic principles loaded with Cholera Rags, A Broken Heart. at beside the festive board ud tears rolled from his eyes. fe his pain maddish, rive waTTucaxe An Autumn Idyl. nd over the sanctum mild, Autumn, OF the country ed 8 the veil of twil By poems of spring st and silence, lefiled, For spring has gone with ber muses, With her And now the editor resteth him, And dreameth away the hours gs of birdsand of flowers And no more he listoeth in silence, And no more he trembleth there, When sitti in his sanctum, He hearet mn the stair; alot For he knoweth that the comer, Whatever he may bring, ailor bill, poem of spring Though even it be And so he ble And with cestacy He lighteth his fire w Of poetry marked * Monographs. ‘There was Miss Deerme, las Who spent two mont She called me“ Bill And Tew “Sue” She hed money, an’ beaut "Null ter fit out a dozen g nd paseed; al ber her face in’ graces But she went clean daft "bout the An’ we was the thickest of pals. ountry, An’ we went In fac, van’ berryin’ frequent— we “did up” the land. | An’ when she left fer the city, She told me shed never fe Wal, I went to the city) An’ Lerossed her in Madison Squar ricky! she give me the cold go-by ed me with only a stare! Yes, gals is remarkable critters, ‘Tricky, unsartin an’ sly; An’ when you think you knows ‘em the most, You knows ‘em the least, say I A pretty woman’s laugh is expensive, | Claren We have known a silvery laugh to make the dollars jingle in our ‘pockets ae wconve Until they danced out to perform some act comicbooks.co