Judge — February 14, 1885 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. THE JUDGE. PUBLISHED ONCE A WEEK TERMS TO SUBSCRIBERS. (Usrrep States ax One copy. one year. or St numberk wes es +. $80 ‘x montha, or Baumbers vv vv ve es = 220 or 13 week io 13 Address, ; - . THE JUDGE PUBLISHING COMPANY 824, 326 and 323 Pearl St., NEW YORK. CORR F-ConnesroxDENTs WILL FLEARE TAKE NOTICE THAT exxp Maa To THIN OFFICE AT THEIR OWN REA. ARE ESCLOSED WE WILL RETCRY REJECTED MATTER AS FAR AIDLE, BCT WE DISTINCTLY REPCDIATE ALL RESTONRIMILSTY FOR ECC 1 EVERY Cask. WHERE 4 PRICE [8 SOT AFFIXED BY THE WRITER, CONTRIBCTIONS WILL RE REQARDED AR ORATUITOCR, AND 80 SUBSE QUENT CLAIM YOR REMUNERATION WILL BE ENTERTAINED, DYNAMITE AND O'DONOVAN. Ir is impossible that anyone in and can feel more in usted over the dynamite outrages than do decent people | in America, More anxious and more per- inglish cousins may be, for at their doors the dynamite is laid, and it is their lives and property which are thr Yet, even from that point of view, we are far from being in a position to regard the proceedings of the dynamiters with equanimity, Hitherto, the chief objects of the rage of these worthies seem to be the public buildings and historical haunts of London sight-seers. In such places, is natural, foreigners are more 1: represented than natives, and our S:ates is never without a strong contin- gent at all European places of interest. Perhaps of all the people injured directly and indirectly by the operations of the dyna- miters; the most to be sympathized with are the Irish in London. They run the same risk with their neighbors of being blown up by an explosion, plus the additional risk cf being suspected and arrested by the English detectives, or lynched by an English mob. But to add to the disgust which Americans feel at the vandalism and atrocity of those fiends, we are painfully conscious that such outrages are plotted, and the means for them subscribed in our midst. There is little doubt that tho sole object of these outrages is to stimulate the subscriptions to the skir- mishing fand, or whatever be the title by which O’Donovan Rossa is pleased to desig- nate the money contributed for his support. The principal service required of the dyna- mite by the conspirators is to blow money out of the pockets of silly, ignorant Irish servant ant and dis, turbed our ened. girls, who think they are performing a mneritorious and patriotic action by devoting aportion of their slender earnings to the inflation of that arrogant gas-bag, O'Dono- yan. Tur JupGe wonders much and has often wondered how that man has continued to retain his ignorant of hi: endancy over even the most countrymen, for a meaner and more despicable wretch than his conduct proclaims him to be, never crawled. Tt sceni has settled himself upon Amer There is h dominions. ,» Lowever, that Mr. O'Donovan danger of his revisiting Srit His regard for his pr cious skin will always save him from making such a mistake as that; although even here, as Miss Dudley strated to him, there his methods as much as he disli and who occasionally emphasize their ob; tions with explosives. But where danger is or may be, is exactly where Mr. O'Donovan I his own fre 's little revolver has demon- es England, vis notand never will be—at least of will. In western towns, when any man becomes tionable to the as obje rest of the community as Rossa is here, he is ridden out of town on a » sometimes adorned with a coat of tar and feathers, If Rossa could be permanently ejected from the United S c tes by some such summary pro- , the entire would feel relieved, and the servant girls would put their surplus earnings in savings banks instead of in dynamite. community JOHN L. SULLIVAN. Joun L Stuuivas, by virtue of an y temper, powerful ph 2's disposition and training, is to-day y and popular citizen of our sister city of Boston. Mr. Sullivan has had ashort and glorious career in the prize ring, an unusually prolonged and_ prof ique, and a ple eng ment in the arena of fisticuffs yclept ‘* glove- contests,” and has now more or less retired upon his laurels and the accompanying independence to the shades of a public house in Boston. Th noted sporting resort. The other day two men pummelled each other nearly to di in its cellar, under the personal supervisi and patronage of Mr. John L. Sullivan. The police never dream of interfering with the champ‘on’s little amusements. They “keep an eye on him,” as the papers tell us, and let it go at that. Recently Mr. Sullivan knocked out a horse in most approved style. He was arrested at the instance of the society with the long name, and fined one hundred dollars. This he cheerfully paid. His thousands have been made too easily for him to grudge a pal- try hundred when he is called on to pay for his pleasures, About the same time he knocked out a waiter girl in a restaurant. It is to be presumed some more of his lightly won moncy went to hush up that case, for the girl recovered, and nothing more has public house is a been heard of it. Various other little pecca- an soil to | re people who dislike | ge | | dilloes are laid to his charge, but we are | gratified to learn that the police keep an eye on him, They saved him, not longago, from being shot by some man he undertook to bully. But Mr. Sullivan, amid his many great | and shining virtues, has one fault. Painful | as it may be to his admirers to admit it, he | isnot quite perfect. He drinks more than is good for him. He even goes upon sprees and paints the town red with a brilliant Sullivanesque red which he alone can_pre- pare. During those interludes the police keep their eye on him zealously and affection- Meanwhile, the world waits, awe- struck and anxious, impatiently waiting the advent of that attack of delirium tremens which is to rid the world of Boston’s pride— the terror of Boston’s police force, John L, Sullivan, | | ately. ST. VALENTINE'S DAY. Or all the Saint days none assuredly is so popular among young people as that sacred to St. Valentine Valentine is the patron saint of lovers, and his recurring anniversary is celebrated b a heart-sick swain and love-lorn maiden. ‘The day, as everybody knows, is usually celebrated by the despatch of missives, more or less tender, whose quasi- anonymous character endows them with suf- ficient boldness to render them extremely outspoken cither in love or ridicule. This privilege, along with the sanctions of the two cent postal law, proves very prolific of letters about the fourteenth of February, and the girl who has not a good mail next Sytarday must have wasted her opportani- ties shockingly. For the rest, V as one of the out man is welcomed urd and visible signs of failing winter—it is the earliest promise of spring, that beautiful sea the birds mate, the hidden leaves prepare to show themselves, and the poets furbish up their last year’s rejected manuscripts for a new campaign. Wherefore St. Valentine is, as he deserves to be, a very popular saint, and Tue Jvpce gives him a hearty welcome. on whe “A vicTontots party has always a nest of bummersand dead beats with it.” That’s eo. | 'To the victors belong the spoiled. Every schoolboy knows that Canada has a bracing climate, but the trouble is the cashier who is troubled with a weakness in his virtues never goes there to brace up till it’s too late. Ir late Paris letters speak the trath about the Queen of Tragedy, she raves worse than | if she had lost one of her hair-pins, and yet the missing article was only a Richepin. For shame, your majesty. ‘Wien it comes to a question of legal right between the authorities at Washington and one of the Indian tribes, the latter are sure to get the worst of it.” Inevitably. In a question of that kind the merely red man is no match for the well-read man. comicbooks.com