Judge — November 22, 1884 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. THE DAY AFTER ELECTION. THE DEFEATED CANDIDATE Monographs. JUST FIFTY ¢ (Rondean.) Just fifty cents to bless my name, Had T, when in the dusk 1 came Across Maria, Her speet face Jmy heart, and in its p! ght but a consuming tt Which soon all prudence did And plunged me into deep di Arising from, There proclaim, fifty cents. My downfall I will try to frame: kless with love—and who can blame?— Alas, my case! ar's worth she ate apac le T had ny fix—O shame! Just fifty cents we her eream. A ride on a horse is worth two in a hearse. Pleasant quarters—the return of those loaned on doubtful security. Down on his luck—the man who slips up ona banana-skin. “There's nothing like keeping one’s hand in,” said the thie’, as he picked a pocket. It is reported that servant girls are very | Won’t they ever learn | scarce in Denver. h out there to light the fire with something not quite so quick-tempered us kerosene? In Hlinois, a few daysago, a team of horses was stung to death by bees. At last the vexed question ‘*O death, where is thy sting?” has been satisfactorily answered. «This a sore subject,” said the tramp who had just escaped from an interview with the farmer’s dog, and was feeling for the softest side of rock on which to seat his lacerated flesh. Don’t flatter yourself, Clarence, my boy, | that when vou die your wife will feel like giving up the ghost, too. of ten women would laugh at the funerals of weep. In nine cases ont | CANDIDATE. | ‘There’s a good deal of difference between | what you want and what you get, my son. This text is perhaps best illustrated by the fellow who wants the earth and only gets six feet of it. “Hello! Did you ¢ quired Pipes as he met Chinn trudging home with a fish pole under his arm. “Yes, gaud ple’ty eduif to siidisfy be,” growled Chinn, stufiily. “What did you catch?” “Cold, you infernal chump! withoudt askig!” And Chinn trudged home to mustard and water, ginger tea and his own sour reflec- | tions. Cad’t ye see “George,” she murmered, as she swal- lowed a yawn and drew back two tears into the depths of her sapphire eyes, ‘George, jdo you know why you remind me of the trees?” “No, Ethel, dearest. Why?” « Because I feel sure you will not leave "till spring. George can tumble when a whole brick wall o’ertops him, and he tumbled then; but now his girl’s name is my own darling Doris, Dearer far than saucy Chloris; Sweeter, pure » better Than the evanescent letter Which begins the fairy name; Surely, Tam not to blame If I woo thee, if I win thee And the heart which beats within thee. Doris fair has rainbow eyes, Laura's glancing soulward flies, Sappho’s blushing bosom swells, Flora’s check a love-tale tells; Poets all may praise their charms, Sounding anxious heart’s alarms, Yet I'll sing of darling Doris While the stars are rising o’er us. pensano J. KELLY A CONCEITED cuss—one who knows more | their husbands, if it were not the custom to | than I do, and has the im Vit, man who wants an office and gets left, or the | atch anything?” in- | | whatever. pudence to show | THE WORKINGMAN. Freschemilquo's Letter. M. De Frescnestigee, a nephew of the illustrious de Jocqueville, having observed the manner in plican institutions work in the trying 1 election, is greatly charmed by arts himself to a Parisian shows up our well-known he translation, by confided to us ¢ itch so ains, and ever; y avoid himself occasionally more and more to make use what you Ei all, my tongue of the mother.” MACKHOWLY, Au! this Republic full of glory, my friend! When they will elect them a President, there is there nothing of intrigue in the chambers of Congress. At the contrary the country awake herself and grand enthusiasms have place. The patriotism is that which make itself mostly to appear. All the sions more mean efface themselves and one beholds them not. They march, these Republicans of a virtue so pure, in grand procession as the soldiers the most veteran, while that they support with a grace singular the arms? mille times no! but of the flambeaux, my friend, ravishing emblem of the peace and the light, while that the image affright- Ah! but they are different of the French! It is here that some citizen candidates the most imminent, aspire themselves to be Presi- dent. Immediately the other citizens (one calls them here the fellow citizens) regard the citizen candidate with a consideration the most distinguished. Even in the |moment when the orator carries himself \away with his passions, he forgets never that which he ought to the citizen candidate, and ever speak of him but only that which istrue. For, without doubt the constitution venerable which exist at Washington will permit not that the journalist and orstor American might lie concerning somebody In same manner the journalist which in this country here are in great num- bers, it is prohibit that they roast the man who travel for President—or better to speak in the happy idiom of the English, it is pro- hibit them him to “ black guard.” Behold here an aristocracy of politeness! Heaven comicbooks.com Sy Pete A a