Judge — February 20, 1886 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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OLD CHOCOLATE. ME CONVINCES THE COMPANY THAT LITTLENECK GREEN | KNOWS NOTHING OF POLITICS. *RAFFERTY keeps a corner grocery in the Third Ward, and it has recently become the nightly half the colored tion of the vicinity there is any partic bmental imity O'Rafferty populatid O'Ratferty keeps a fire and loves company rendezvous of le popula Not that lar senti between its colored . but because rousing The combined warmth of his stove and heart will probably “stand him in” next spring, if he can carry the prima: Muldowney in the race for the srmanic nomination. — This, to O'Ratferty as he gazes at the circle t after night, and counterbalances the feeling induced by th fact that the sitters, as a rule, never buy an, thing that they can get along without, or for anything that they can procure on credit Old Chocolate, the ashman, is an exceptional character in this coterie, He joins the cirele only when the weather is extremely cold, and always pays for what he orders. He adds to the interest of the gathering by telling a story now and then, and in the disputes that frequently arise acts as referee, or “empire.” His colored brethren have great faith in his judgment because his h no doubt, who sit around his fire nig ebon , though as long as is as level on top as a skating rink floor, He can talk in polysyllables, on oceasion, and knows not a little about every subject browched. Among the other colored frequenters of this comfortable vicinity are Littleneck Green, a slender mulatto. who some time served as a Waiter on a summer steam- boat, but who has done nothing but talk politics and carry the market-basket for his Wife, a washerwoman, during the past five years; and Neverdie Calhoun, an aged Who insists that his remote sand that his father wa Asa rule, the others au watermel: cestors. were a body servant are of a nondescript class who lounge beside a fire in that half-lethargie s characteristic of cats, and who awake to a joke on the climax of a story only after the laugh has died away. One frigid night last week every soap-box and stool around the was occupied Littleneck had expressed dissatisfaction at the way thi store political were running, and com ing in collision with the silver question re marked ‘un't no use, gemumen, fo’ yo" or me toe put asilvah dollah in de stockin’ wen we gits hit. ‘Cuse why¢ "Tan't a dollah. Chemists dun gone an’ an'lized de silval: dol lah an’ foun’ dat dar an’t ony seventy-nine cents’ wuif in hit. Wat erde result? Y save five silvah dollahs, an’ bimby da ull on be wull seventy-ni nadollah by di an ggwi my a pe Wat er toe do” Yes, ‘deed—w'at er a po’ man gwine toe dot” echoed Nevendie, and every ear around the circle pricked up, while every ¢ turned toward Old C The arbiter suitfed ocolate for an_ answer. ontemptuously, looked about him and rey “Gemmen, ef all | quesyuns war ez easy toe dissolve ez de | perpoun’ed, p'litkel paaties wudn’ hab no ‘scuse fo’ libbin” an’ p'litishens wudn’ hab no mo’ toc ‘gage dar intellecks dan de av'ridge JUDGK. As’ tea-paaty er quiltin’ bee duz. Ez I look roun’ me I doan’ sce a pusson, onless hit be ouah frien’ Mistah Raffahty, dat ud be likely toe ‘cumulate nuff money toe gib um a| Vital int’res’ in de silvah quesyun.” | Mr. O'Ratferty took this as bowed his acknowledgments and slyly added paper of “blue line” tobacco to Old C late’s order for groceries. tinued: “Gemmen, de cullud a ticks secual ‘nuff fo" toe pliment, The latter con n a'n't ontoe pol t much ob a ride. am a pow’ Jis’ de minnit di ‘coon-huntin’ wid ‘is ¢ cushen. yes shut ez toe w'at he doan’ know nuttin ‘bout. Hit er los’ tim Littleneck, dar, kin tell a pokah chip fom an ovahcoat button ex faaez he kin see hit, but he doan’ know nuttin "bout pol'ticks. I kin tell yo wudder de . men in town am penur'us nuff toe sif dair Ite wudder ¢ ser ne, de leavin’s; but T doan’ President an’ C toe fight widout gloves er ne Nevahdie Calhoun, dar, kin from a pumkin er a sq but he can’t ‘splain de Spanish. tre doan’ want toe meddle wid p'litkel diseusshen We might jis’ ez well try fo" toe ugwidy Chinese laundry check au hla watahmellon h in de daakes* 2 to" — “Huh! Istick Ole € wk dis tim ela . he am beatin’ an’ can'tansth my quesyun.” tum, sho'ly,” pot in N little nettled at the re cerene “Ttink yo" die, who was to know | the watermelon. “Gemmen,” replied Old Choc turbed, tiry twall yo" git toe whistle at de same tim ite, undis. jump ‘cross de creek an kin talk an’ Tdun been whistlin’ a Dit, an’ now Lis gwine toc ansah dat ques yun tiv ence Littleneck dun suy dat a man dat saves las in silvah am Iivble toe lose de dif tween de bony fidy value silvah an’ axes w'at a po’ man am toe ¢ nsah, let de po’ man save ‘is his in bills.” And while the company were nodding ap proval Littleneck sneaked out without setting up the cider. 324 d WALDRO: The JupGe doesn't wish to eli Hartmann with theft nge Herr von sm, but when ul pessimism, ng within itself the teleologi may cau ‘al evolu iversal recon he repeats with hth ment wh | fore Jubak enunc discussion with relation to orrelative forces of the absolute as against ple six months ag JUDGE is not and for ti n it would like Herr von Hart mann interviewed by Boston for about two minutes, Mr. Sullivan being a very sociable man, he sspondent as! killed for murder, would you pre » guillotine 2° so painfully st Ity of ‘murde ver should hi difference by ¢ | to death. “Hf you were going fer the proposition is stive that we shi but if that misfortune rus we should split: the ving sleigh-riding and freezing 1 never be WHY Duxner—' See here, I'm tired run SeRvantT— NOT? comicbooks.com