Judge — June 13, 1885 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. PUBLISHED ONCE. A WEEK, TERMS TO SUBSCRIBERS. (Usiren States asp Caxapay ty ADvasce, mon. But if it be true that ‘ Hell is cool- emcee Hee © eo | One copy, for 13 weeks, Single copes 10 ¢¢ THE JUDGE PUBLISHING COMPANY, 824, $26 and 328 Pearl St., NEW YORK. TO CORRESPONDENTS AND CONTRIBUTERS. FP-CORRESTCSDESTS WILL PLEASE TAKE NOTICE THAT THEY CONTRIBUTIONS WILL BE RE Isn’t it singular that finite man’s infinite impudence should aspire to issue the decrees of the Almighty? Isn’t it more singular that the theological presumption which metes out eternal punishment to unoffending chil- dren and unwitting transgressors of narrow creeds, should promise eternal bliss to the worst monsters the race can produce? ‘The | clergy go to the extreme of severity in one case and the extreme of mercy in another, and in each case the award 1s least deserved. Such is human handling of divine justice. Is it not most singular of all, that gentle, timid, loving woman, who has no aspiration towards wielding the sceptre of God Al- mighty, should worship murderers? Perhaps there is some connection between this ten- dency and her reputed susceptibility to theo- logical influences, But why should theology make either priests or women by turn as savage as the devil against innocent ones, and as weak as idiots in dealing with murderers? It is all a matter of profession. The man who will only say he believes certain ingen- ious theories can be assured the enjoyment of their best rewards, no matter if he be a red-handed murderer; while the man of cor- rect life and Christian disposition shall be consigned to hell if he fail to correctly pro- nounce their shibboleth. There is said to be less of the ‘dealing damnation ’round the land” than there | once was, Preaching hell is not so com-| THE JUDGE. ing off” and simmering down to a salubri- ous Sheol, that surely is no reason for continuing the other monstrous perversion of offering a premium on murder. Can not our brethren of the cloth, and their gentle worshippers, consent that hell is not paved with infants’ skulls—as some early eminent Christian savage put it—and at the same time refrain from opening heaven as a Bowery free-lunch counter to the worst criminals? If they are not equal to both these con- ceptions, we prefer that they should send the murderer to ‘the lake that burns with | fireand brimstone,” whatever he profess, even though include babes and unorthodox good men in the consignment. For the common sense and common decency of mankind will agree with them in leaving murderers to their fate and simply laugh at their savage doc- trine as applied to the good and innocent. THE SACK OF THE CITY. Of course, it is inevitable that when any sharp gets his eye on any part of New York that he desires to monopolize, he shail get it, provided that he has money enough to buy up the city government. For what are aldermen elected, except to sell the city out in parcels? It isan unequal fight that the property owners and decent citizens wage against monopolists and strect-grabbers, because they will not bid on the human property that is put up for sale in City Hall. If they would fight the devil with fire, there | would be more show for the city’s interests. Moreover, the street-grabber rests not day or night, and never gives up. Men may come and men may go, about their business, | but he keeps on forever plotting his highway | robbery. Thieves and aldermen you have always with you, and Corruption works | while Honesty sleeps. The prize of an eternal right to exact toll from this great, growing city is one that would have charmed Ali Baba and his forty ward politicians. The future of this city requires the prophetic instinct of St. Greed to measure it. A street franchise in per- petuity is a mine of wealth beyond the dreams of avarice, and the Sharps and sharks can afford to enrich a few coarse villains in the city government or legislature to get | the privilege of taxing future generations. It is just because of that almost inconceiv- able promise of future development of the metropolis that the patriotic citizens of this generation should take good care not to | hand down to the future a city saddled and ridden by jobbers and monopolists. Here is the chief iniquity of such meas- ures as the Broadway Railroad job; and it is for the benefit of the future, more than of the present New York, that those who resist these encroachments patriotically fight. THE MANLY ART OF COWARDS. How anyone ever came to associate pugil- ism with courage isa mystery. The slugger is the prince of cowards. He has no cour- age—has only stupid, swinish endurance. “The manly art” consists of either inflict- ing or submitting to a given amount of pounding, for which the “champion” prepared by yea is urs of toughening training and | intellectual and moral degradation. As for the physical development to be se- cured by sparring, physicians and physiolo- gists long since demonstrated that it is an in- jury instead of a benefit. ‘The professional pugilist is therefore not a type of physical perfection. In short, he is a physical, men- tal, and moral monstrosity—a weakling in all things but the mere capacity of being pounded more than another man. In his one point of superiority an army mule could take the belt from John L, Sullivan, There is many a slight woman who has more real courage than any prize-fighter— aye, and more real endurance. When thischampion slugger appealed to the courts to protect him from his little | wife’s cruelty, he himself furnished a more | sarcastic comment on the puerility of the manly art than any cartoonist or satirist | could frame. RULINGS. AN ALBANY Democratic paper declared Gov, Hill to be ‘‘on arock” in the census controversy. Ona rock and awry? When po the turns of St. John and Burchard come, Mr. President? You surely do not regard them as offensive partisans. Senator Vest “ got mad”, and declared that he ‘didn’t care sd—n what the news- payers say about him.” Singular coinci- dence!—they don’t, either. THERE ARE sixty-five elephants in this country, not counting the one the Demo- crats of this state have on their hands in the governor's chair. Mayor Grace is reported as saying that there is ‘‘an intimate connection between good beer and good government.” This, if true, is rough on the quality of beer drank by Mayor Grace and his Democratic co- rulers. It is to be hoped all officials will drink something else. Ir HAs come to this that the only inoffen- sive partisans are those who hold situations under the government in national cemeteries, though they were partisans when they fell, they are inoffensive now because no Democrat wants to ‘turn the rascals out ” and take their places—the only instance of the kind. comicbooks.com