Judge — December 20, 1884 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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human nature in the complaint of the workers in the vineyard who grumbled, when the pay-roll was culled, that these men “came only ut the eleventh hour, and thou ha al to us, who have born the heat of day.” low would that complaint have Leen if the old work docked in order receive a full d t made them burden and intensified n had found themselves tthe new comers might "3 wages. The staid dark Yet this is how the case stands. hungry southern Democrats, who ha h the party faithfully through all i the northern Democra much patronage there is to be disposed of, are there for distribu- ora. They know well © not enough to go around, and Indcpendents—their ene- this onc—putting in claim for the lion’s share of these spoile. It would not be in human nature—certainly not in Democratic human nature, toendure such how many the vic acclaim, And, withal, therearo grave doubts on the De mind as to what manner of ma the Ta the heat and turmoil of the battle, when theery was “anything to beat Blaine,” they did not look with a very close s¢ at the character and ante- f their candidate. They did not study even his political aftiliation hey abundantly content to accept the aid s, without pausing have clected. vtin: cedent wel of the bolting R toask why thataid was rendered—why those Republicans bolted. ‘The aised by men of the Curtis stripe—the bitterest focs of Democracy—that they supported Cleveland because he was a better Republic Blaine, passed them, unheceded, by. that their Demoe! publicar ic votes have ted this nt face to face wit at they will be forced to tions will be brou: in sich a manner t pressiblo Independents are the on in the Democratic closet. It is a saint little party, these Independents, bat Democrats are in no mood for laug it, nor can they, at present, enjoy humor of the s tion, The bolters are all 1 2, and they bolted so abruptly that y left the greater part of their whilome followings behind them. — They are a little army compozed of ofiicers, and without rank ‘file, But while itis the rank and file of the army that does the fighting, and the officers who claim the reward, it looks as if the Democrats would be called upon to dis- tribute more offices among the Independents than there were blows struck in the late campaign. Dut Democrats, out for five and twenty yeas scant pasture, are not in favor o much, Cleveland has lively times ahead of him when he comes to sburse his official patronage, and the air is already heavy with the gathering storm of grumbling, profanity, and vituperation that THE JUDGE. UNCARED FOR. soted head, ] is soon to break on hi We wish Governor Cleveland, Democratic party at large, j victory. nd the | y of their recent Connubial Admiration. As AyTER-TIN-HOSEYMOOY ODE. Nor in her eyes that such cloquence speak, Not in the blush of her velvety cheek, Not in the sheen of her bright yellow hair, Not in her courtly imperial air, * Not in the kisses that hang on her lips, r’s cute tapering tips, the curve of her edie little foot, jn neefully put, Not in her ear, like some rose tinted shell, at no P ot in her smile that a Not in the dir Not ing Not in her breath sweet as blossomin; ot in her form as perfection ¢ Not in her laugh so melodiously ot in her neck, than the + urls can excel, int’s heart mi pt in her teeth t grace her plum bove her, clover, plete, sweet, -blossom whiter, Not in her step than the mountain-deer's lighter, tex in her love that ¢0 bindeth pur hearts Find I the rapture her presence imparts But in her voice—sweet as Orpheus’ lyre— ‘That says: “Stay in bed, John; T'lstart up the fre." PATRICK SCARDLE, A poctor in Reading, Pa., has seventeen children. Ie is the family physician. Soutuy Apressen—‘‘ My young friends put not your trust in silverand gold. Aman may still be rich though he has lost his all.” Precocious hearer—** Yes, if he’s a shoe- maker.” A MELANCHOLY Summer Resorter in wes- tern Pennsylvania, being further depressed in mind by the sadness of the bread and the loneliness of the solitary towel, and the like accompanying documents, attempted to com- mit suicide by drowning himself in the neighboring ‘‘lake,” but two thirsty cows, getting there before him, left so little water that to accomplish his Parnes wonld have | threw down a communi taken more time than he conld spare from business, Accordingly he still lives. Monographs. DEAD. * the old man said, s room he li “Tread sof! here ia Du you loved so well, bare the Ii And close the beautiful eyes “Your hand cannot rouse him now, poor girl; 4 not to your cries; and the th our sighs.” s thereof— Ands “Ob, heaven!” Dead drunk A pearl without price —one that is smashed. The dark ages—that of a colored family. A ship on the stocks is like stocks on the market—plenty of water awaits them both. Women are notoriously saving in small things. For instance, a Hoboken girl is so saving of her steps that her unappreciative brother actually calls her lazy. Mrs, Hester, of Monroe, Ga., has peach brandy made sixty-five years ago. She must have hidden it away very carefully to have kept it from Mr, Mester all that time. Don't imagine, my son, that you can walk arm in arm with the devil to the church- door, and then give him the slip. He'll be siting for you, when you come out, as sure as Hades “That man’s letters always remind me of aswarm of cats,” growled Chinn, as he ation from his law- Why, how, my dear?” asked the inno- cent and confiding wife. * Because,” said Chinn smile, “they are all fec-line with a sour Tim O'Rous went to a dentist to get his tooth filled, Before his turn came, the screams of the victim in the next room 80 affrightcd him, that he took his hat and in- centinently fled, “Sure, did yez git tho fillin’ done?” in- comicbooks.com