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# Political Satire from Judge Magazine This page attacks Democratic campaign tactics, particularly the repeated use of the "Mulligan Letters"—damaging correspondence involving Republican James G. Blaine (the "Plumed Knight"). **The Main Argument:** The editorial argues Democrats have endlessly recycled nine debunked accusations against Blaine, making a tenth claim untrustworthy. It contends the Mulligan Letters—which actually revealed blackmail schemes *against* Blaine—have been distorted and repeated by Democratic speakers who haven't even read them. **"The Strong Swimmer" Cartoon:** Shows Uncle Sam rescuing Ohio from drowning, labeled as a "new preserver" in reserve—likely referencing Ohio's importance in the 1884 presidential election. **Context:** This defends Blaine (Republican) against Cleveland (Democratic nominee) by portraying Democratic attacks as hypocritical scandal-mongering. The magazine advocates for Blaine despite acknowledging his indiscreet letters showed poor judgment—his real sin was trusting scoundrels, not evil intent.
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ceaseless and ba: nder. When nine statements against Mr. Blaine’s character have been promptly nailed as lies, almost before they have gained currency, who is going to class the tenth in a different cate- gory, even though there may not be time enough a week or so before clection to run it to its lair. Disgusted with the tactics of their own party, many Democrats are now outspoken in their advocacy of Blaine. The Democratic mill of defamation, fed with slanders, is grinding out votes for the Plumed Knight. ne the less, however, is this incessant scandal-mongering a disgraceful and degrad- ing exhibition. Take the Mulligan Letters, for example, and the endless changes that have been wrung upon them. As an a and influential Western paper, the Denver Opinion, well puts it, this Mulligan phase is the most disgusting feature of the campaign. At every Democratic meeting some little parrot of a cross-roads politician gets up and enlarges at length on the famous letters. Most of these magpics have nevereven read the letters, They plagiarize their stuff from the Democratic papers or from somebody else’s speech, and work it over and over again with uditors, Most of these speakers have not ability enough to form an opinion about a public man and his acts, much less the capacity to tell the crowd anything about either. The truth about the Mulligan letters is that Blaine appears to have fallen into the hands endless reiteration to their wearie of a set of blackmailing scoundrels who robbed him and then tried to blacken his character. ‘The very passage in Fisher's let- ter of which so much is said—* What will your friends in Maine think? ’’—betrays the blackmailing motive. Their raseality in allowing Blaine to suffer for eight under the imputation of having suppr one of the letters, when, in reality, it was in their own possession all the time, shows the malice of the knavish g The letters are indiscrect, and that is the worst that cun be said of them. The very fact that Blaine committed himself to paper so extensively is enough to show that he had no evil motives. He has always been too good a politician to commit the error of placing himself in the hands of men who have turned out tobe scoundrels, If he had intended evil he would not have written one of the letters. But this scandal, and the hosts of others that have succeeded it, have been exploded or discounted long ago. ‘The only reason that the opposition made so much of those contemptible weapons is, that it had no other. It is feared in some highly respectable quarters that the old Democrats will outwit their new allies. It is rumore they in- tend at the end of the campaign to take all the spoils and let the parlor contingent have ull the * purity.” But since, at the close of the campaign, there will be no spoils won and no purity left, Us sort of divide seems fair enough. THE STRON sam— Go it, Pre got an A Sonnet of the Sea. Nerrese, retreating, gathered for a spring domain I spied a glistening treasure of the main Something, perchgnce, that mocked the mermaid’s ing, tempting, half uncanny thi And didst thou anchor light into the world And hast thou since been wandering in quest? Or did thy master’s vessel ride the se And wert thou of his treasures downward burl'd? —Ih ed the brine-nursed bauble to my breast * 5% ‘Twas but a clam!—Sich is Fatality. If one would learn the art of trying to butter parsnips with fine words, let him read Cleveland’s indorsement of the platform. If one would learn the art of damning with faint praise, let him read ‘Tammany’s in- dorsement of Cleveland. It has been noticed that since the pilgrims in search of purity havearrived at theshrine of Democracy, some of the resident saints are walking about with faces somewhat swollen on one side. This is not because the pious strangers have brought an epidemic of tooth- ache. It comes of thrusting that unruly member, the tongue, into the cheek. General Butler, in his Chicago Convention speech, pointed out Pendleton as an example of how it fared with good Democrats when when they ‘fell into the hands of the doc- trinaires.” By watching the progre: Curtis, Schurz and the like minded pers of *‘culture,” the portunity of sceing how it fares with the doctrinaires when they fall into the hands of good Democrats. neral will have an op- | SWIMME preserver here and plenty more in reserve.” Governor Cleveland, they say, is sternly opposed to polygamy in the Abstract, but not in Utah and other suitable places. A political platform is like unto a fox—not in that it is cunningly made, but because no body likes it or cares a continental cuss about it except to run it down, Some of Cleveland’s friends, at Chicago, wanted ‘Thurman to go on the tail of the ticket, but the old man waxed wrath and | swore, saying * I'll be waged if I do.” Itinerary of the bolters. From Repub- licanism to the Parlor; from the Parlor to Demoer Or, to put it theologically, from daylight to purgatory, from purgatory to the other light. A hard shell Democrat down in the Dela- ware peach country rises to remark that he values the platform next to his bible. Ac- cordingly he intends to read it just as soon as he has finished reading his bible, which he means to begin reading one of these days—before long—more or less. Enthusiatic Jersey Dimmecraw (to cold- blooded New York ditto)—** Our two states ought to congratulate each other on the nomination of the immortal Cleveland, the auspicious child of the one, the favorite son of the other: New Jersey gave him birth, New York has given him fame and— New York—‘ Yes, and I’m afraid Ben. | Butler will give him h—1.” A squad of dusty, thirsty, hungry deserters from the Republican army arrive in the Democratic camp and make straight for the commissary’s tent, ‘Say, Cap. when can we | get something to eat?” Commissary—* As soon as there are any bones to pick.” “When can we get something to drink?” «When the cows come home.” comicbooks.com