Judge — November 1, 1884 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. The Cashier's Ditty. I’p have you know; That I'm low ake all cash that’s ‘round, To Canada— Ob! Imaca There fam'tic Bow to my (That lately was the by Gold, honesty outranks. Tue hands of the tower clock are always engaged in a steeple cl With aria and Benjamin both in the field, Grover sadly meant by the Wid: ght. Whom the tidal wave would destroy it first rai high, after the manner of the bull, the elephant, and the rest of the heathen gods. ral Butler, they said, went to Chic witha bee in his bonnet and came back with afleainhisear, Allthe same, the flea didn’t kill the bec A scriptural from thistles? A. politic in a slop-bucket? do men gather Benjamin contributed his one little plank to the platform. mite was rejected. vention of Christians. This time the widow's More shame to a con- The revenue plank which the builders re- jected may become—not exactly the head of the corner but—the boom of the Butler, four years Ben. is the man not too timid to go out and take time by the fore lock. hurman, and the rest of the of that fruit, mean to for- swear and sink far nd diligent- ly to cultivate obscurity and mediocrity, in order to qualify themselves for the nomin- ation in ‘88. A fine old ship. But a handful of the er heads that the Captain’s reco and his¢ not lofty. ‘They recollected that once in a storm h refused to call all hands from the ropes for the purpose of of organizing a prayer meeting. her occasion he forgot to pour rosewater and sweet oilonthe troubled watcrs. The hand- ful got into a boat and cut loose They found the ocean such a briny wide and dee that the: lonesome. a some days hailed a pirate ship. captain kindly took themon board. behare themselves well, promo’ them, ‘Those of a literary turn will be taken into the cabin to draw c crew those who have a genius for pract affairs will be put into the galley to peel potatoes and make the pot to wallop. rstands what is | 1 inquiry—do men find purity | Tae American workingman will Twilight Musings. A November wind will blow, | Anil there will be stent And y 1 Cleveland do If not elected Poor thing Why. he wil And keep himself warm nd pat bis head under Mar Poor thing wie, ratnrax. Cleveland (to New Yo lis dang crossing madam, al » to carry New York says you were that kind di there's Ben. Are you su “Well, Pdon't know. Maria dangerous young man, anc as if he was je won't try to trip John Bull, when his blood is up (in his eyes) is a dangerous animal, and also a blind. But his keeper Gladstone knows him So when J. began to bellow Gordon? give us back Chin per only) shr as to say li on to the lowered » the gravel William. said \« of Lords Ball made a whole herd at his he Sy VanbeceX atl THE MASHER MASHED. not see his sweetheart insulted, Open Letter From Colonel Joyce. Washington, D. C., October, 1884, My Dear JupGe ‘Two weeks before the Ohio election, I predicted, in a letter to your honor, the triumph of the Republican party; and as the nation is badly in need of a prophet at this time, I now ‘predict that the state of New York will give a majority of from thirteen to twenty three thousand for James G. Blaine, and that he will be elected President of the United States. ‘Those having money, houses and lands to bet on the presidential issue can put their wealth down on my judgment with perfec impunity, because my poetical, _ politic prognostication is as infallible as the oracle spoke from the temple of Memnon! re three doubtful political elements w York—the Germans, the Irish, and the Independents. Carl Schurz professes to have pocketed srman vote and will drive them to the petion day with the ease that a er corralls his cattle from the bhzzard! I amconvinced, however, rl will be sadly disappointed the ufter election, and he will find that the men who st of the blood of Luther, Humboldt, Goethe and Robert Blum are not Jed by the nose by any political tramp of monumental cheek. The Democra party has lost its hold forever on th sh vote. The political 1 aroma of Castle Garden has vanished, and oor Stee re ee wet ~ oe ae comicbooks.com