Judge — December 12, 1885 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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President Cleveland is learning some of the pains and penalties of eccentricity. He has taken his party’s platform on reform as it reads, not as being the arrant hambug that the convention intended. He has thus antagonized the spoils grabbers—against the genius and traditions of his party. Mr. Cleveland herein is entirely ‘fresh ’—as much so that the honest countryman that falls among the snow-ballera of the town. We've all seen the fight between one rus- tic man and a score of mischievous town boys, and we know how it always results. The man may show fight but he can not hurl missiles as well as his antagonists; he can, at best, cope with only one or two out the many; and he can’t run as fast as they. The only things for the president to do, are: (1). To stand and take the Democratic abuse; (2) to run; or (3) to surrender and “stand treat.” Which will he do? GO IT! That French mot which always meets every tale of man’s ruin, disgrace or depravity with the question ‘Who is the woman?” | was the invention of a ‘‘ most profane and liberal censurer,” no doubt. The philoso- phy that attributes all man’s misfortunes, follies and vices to woman’s influence is not very complimentary to man’s asserted supe- riority. Why does he let her lead him to | ruin if he be the stronger? iver since Adam tried to hide under | Eve's fig-leaf petticoats, with the sneaking plea, ‘the woman whom Thou gavest me, | tempted me,” men in their own defence. ave plead the baby act In all those thous- ands of years men have had women under | their tutelage and absolute power; have made laws, called in the aid of governments, courts, police, armies to prevent the weaker sex from turning the stronger, to ¢ tion. ‘Tue Jupce calls for a reconstruction of society and government in consonance with this experience. It is evident that woman is the controlling sex. Let her take the control, then. And let man formally and meekly take the back seat which he in fact already occupies and always has. Let the de facto boss become the de jure ruler. The male of the genus komo is a failure, on his own showing. Let him subside. ruc- WORSE AND MORE OF IT. The more the Wall street sink is stirred with the Ferdinand Ward pole, the ranker it smells to heaven. The ramifications of this stream of corruption are extensive and mysterious—how extensive the almost daily revelations of new branches and slimy pools not before dreamed of attest. That the foul stream fetches its sources from high, and previously-untainted heads, is evident. One of the most prolific and foulest of these is found in the Mayor's office of New York city; the city treasury leaked into this spring and there is recorded over a million dollars lost to the city with a profit to the Mayor of a hundred and fifty thousand dol- lars on an investment of sixty thousand. It is evident that the big rascals—big in profits, respectibility and consequent crimi- nality—are not yet canght. If Justice has a vigilance vigorous enough, and a drag-net strong enough, and a “ Black Maria” capa- cious enough, it is possible no guilty man may escape. If 80, the cause of commercial honesty will receive a bigger lift than has been given it by any act in a generation. But if a "Bus line between Wall street and Sing Sing is not adequate, the public will gladly provide an underground rapid transit | to accomodate all the exchanges, ForeiGN Diplomats are scandalized at the re-appearance in Constantinople of Ex- American-Minister-to-Turkey Wallace, as agent for an American manufacturer of torpedoes. Our manvfacturers have not yet learned the peculiar Enropean dignity of promoting trade with inferior powers by diplomacy backed by iron-clads and bayone| If Lew Wallace were still minister to ‘lur- key his present business would be strictly European and diplomatic. RULINGS. Democratic PAPERS rave no more about Davenport’s being ‘an ice-berg.” Tho election returns made him hot. Wuen Mepuistopue.es resigns his pitchfork took out fora rising thermometer. Jay Gould has left Wall street. Wall street does not often ‘get left.” IysomNta 15 A disease from which regu- lar church-goers seem exempt. Piety is not The thing is a failure to this day. | altogether without its compensations for ab- | stention from opera-bouffe. Ex-Crvit Service Com’r THoman is managing a non-explosive boiler company. Why cannot the principle of the invention be applied to the Mugwump party and its organs? New York, unlike many of her wicked sister cities, does not open her libraries and museums on Sunday. And this is not the only observance, we are proud to state, upon which the Metropolis rests her claim to true piety. | ‘THE MAN WHO goes about painting pious texts on the country to make men repent is called a crank; the man who gocs about painting the town red with oaths and obscene texts to make men wickeder is called a good fellow. Jones or BINGHAMTON 18 the only genuine civil-service man elected on the New York ticket. He refuses to pay politi- cal assessments. He stands up so straight that he is in danger of a frontal curvature of the spine. A poctor In CuicaGco became crazy by dosing himself with cocoaine. The case is arare one. It is to the credit of the intelli- gence of the medical profession that they do not often make the mistake of taking their own medicines, Brer Tatmace closed his Thanksgiving sermon with three ‘ huzzas’—Thanksgiv- ing cheer, in fact. ‘This opens new possi- | bilities in gospel evangelism. It leads up to | three times-three and a tiger, followed by a salute—a sacred anvil chorus, WHEN A PROMINENT politician dies it affords an excellent opportunity to test the sincerity of editors on the other side, reading either their partisan or their obituary writing. ‘There have been surprising exhi- ditions of editorial agility lately. A PHILADELPHIA PAPER puts on airs over the announcement, ‘a Philadelphia lady has gone to New York city to engage in the work of converting sinners.” She is proselyting in the role of the awful example, however. comicbooks.com