Judge — October 18, 1884 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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TRIUMPH OF VIRTUE, AND DEFEAT OF CRIME. As the Cold Day was wondering what all the trouble was about, a very slim Slim with a bundle under its arm On seeing the Cold I till its funny little legs reeds in a gale of wind. The Slim hastened into the shop where the ulster was making a holy show of itself, and unrolled the bundle it carried. There were in it a summer overcoat, a linen dus- ter, a Waterbury watch, a trade dollar, ten | soda water checks, three excursion tickets to Coney Isla a double-rolled gold scarf pin, ripe for the brass foundry. | When the ulster saw this dazzling display it plucked up courage, and knocking the Bill gasping into a corner, leaped upon the back of the Slim, who passed out of the shop with a haughty stare at the amazed Cold Day, and made off with a don’t-give-a-damn sort of accent to its walk. The Cold Day finished its business sooner than expected, and the city was left by him that very night. The Slim So was the U ‘o left—in a hole. ter—in hock again. One of the Cleveland organs makes much of the alleged fact that the Democratic | candidate ‘has, in all the offices which he ever held been a stern enforcer of the law.” To be sure. The Governor may pardon, but the hangman never lets up. A Goatville Lyric. O Bridget, ould ‘oman, yill y’ever be wakin? The divils s have bruk loose to the bill An’ the gandber is ailin’, I know by his shquakin’— I'll be bound he was stoned by that brat, young McGill. is screamin’; An’ divil « bit kin the hins foind to ate; Sure the innocent pig with the hu An’ be this and be that, wid your shnorin’ an’ drat As sure as I shpit, for me job I'll be late. An’ there's Patsy's breeches—his death he'll be catchin"— Wid a hole in the sate, big as the doore; And the same whin yez ought—if ye'd shame—to be patehin’, Ye're stretched out like a baste and do nothing but shnor. Git up, now, I tell yez—the break’ust be makin’— », ‘tis too Inte! there's the sivin o'clock bell! Where's me shovel an’ hod? O, whin I come home, faix I'll larrup ye well! AS bE Lrox To-pa¥ the vital question for Grover is not whether he will carry New York, but— whether New York will carry him much longer. Modern Crusades. “Down with Monopoly!” «Down with the foe Unto honest labor, Who sees his wealth grow!” * Down with each blatant Demagogue ass!” “Down with Ben. Butler, And men of bi ‘These are two samples Of popular cries; Making Americans Hot passions rise, But a later ukase, Now brings distress; It's ** Down with the ‘ Mother Hubbard" loose dress !"" Some Republicans s y Grover Cleveland man capable of filling the chair in which Washington and Lincoln sat. Recall the figure of the tall lean Virginian, and the lank raw-boned son of Illinois; then take a good rear view of our squat Governor, and doubt no longer that he is capable of filling two or three such chairs, But what then? Is the chief duty of our chief magistrate the filling of this or that | chair? comicbooks.com