Judge — November 15, 1884 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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WELL, T SHOULD SMILE. “1 bet on the right man this time, and now I'm collecting the § spoils.?” Taught By Experience. AN ex-member of the legislature tells the following good story about the shrewdness of two political candidates from the district. Brooks accepted his nomination as mem- ber of from the —— district. As soon as he had agreed to run, he was be- sieged by the usual number of campaign fund extortionists. His district was com- of colored voters, and one as waited on by the president of a ed club, who said he could command hundred votes for him. “Mr, Brooks,we is dun got two hundred votes right yere for yer ‘lection « we'll dun ‘lect yer ef we kin, An” yer'll do de right ting by de be “Wel do you collect that I have numerous other demands on my purse and that I cannot afford to be too liberal with any one club. I would like to do what is right by all of you; but I am not a rich man. Would fity dollars be sufficient for my share?” same s, dat’s a plenty, said the president courteously Brook’s draft for the amount, that Brooks had drawn the self and made it payable after Much 1, sar, ccepted not knowing draft on hi election. Brooks was elected, and election night he dressed himself in an old dilapidated suit and wore neither collar nor ne ing a two dollar nickle watch in his waist- coat pocket, he attached it to his button- hole with a shoe-string, then sat down and awaited developments, He told all the cam- paign club representatives the same story which was as follows: ‘Gentlemen: I am a thousand times obliged to you for your assistance in this campaign. Without you, cknowledge, I could have done nothing. [ should have been defeated, As it is, | am worse than defeated. I am ruined. Yes, Gentlemen, you see before you a ruined man. A man without a dollar in the world. I have not a cent in the bank to meet the drafts which you, gentlemen, hold against me. I do not know what to do. I am elected and it has cost me all I was worth to be elected. I have spent everything. I have nothing in the world but the clothes in which I stand and this watch; but Iam an honest man, gentlemen, if Iam unfortunate, and I will offer you whatever I ean get from the sale of these articl One by one the diseppointed collectors sorrowfully placed the drafts on his desk and departed, nickel watch by the shoe-string. they were completely out of sight, Brooks tore up the drafts and, throwing them into the open grate fire that burned in his offi watched them burn up, whil smile spread over his counte| thought what fools men were to pay own election expenses. The next year, Brooks was not nominated. Gargan got the nomination. He had never heard how Brooks escaped his election fees, so when he was asked to contribute to the election fund by the colored president of the club of two hundred voters, he reached for his check book and commenced to fill out a blank. “Ar say, Mr. Gargun,” said the president. “Zaint no use nohow. "Dat ain't,” pointing to the check book. “What is of no use,” inquired Gargan, looking up. “Why, dem yere papers, dun say dey won't take em dis year. dun got er matter ob five er six dollars, cash, in yer pocket dat yer kin spare, ar is mighty ‘bliged; but ar don’t want no mo? dem yere paper tings. Mr. Brooks dun played dat yere racket clean out; he did.” Gargan paid him five dollars willingly, and found ont the story about Brooks afterward, At least, he said he did not find it out until afterwards. their De boys Ef yer Two Autumnal Dreams. Wues the maple And the sa When the And th When th And the ni, Throu Throw, From turns to crimson, fras to gold ntian’s in the meadow, aster's on the wold. a is lapped in va tis frostly cold;— the rustling woods I wander, ne jewels of the ellow uplands her that still me in the dear; tume, She, the beautiful is near, —Bayard T. When the jewels are with Simpson, A is minus gold; When the summer And the be When th And the n should be bi tof straw looks ¢ is blue with ec Through the pool-room haunts I wander, Where 1“ bucked And went “ brok this fateful autumn, Seeking for a loan, with fear; Tle is near me, (will he **stuke He, the book-maker, is near! the races dear, me?) “Jer Jostyx.”” Even if Hawthorne had been the stupidest of dunces, the scarlet letter would always be read (red). Tue cashier wa: reposing himself in the bosom of his fami An idea him struck, He said, “Bub let’s see your geography book,” and he rei Canada is a cold in- hospitable region”—and no further read that night. His plan wasdropped. He resolved to bear the good things he had than bull he knew not what. comicbooks.com