Judge — May 29, 1886 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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6 JUDGE. am a mighty smaat a'ticle, gemmen, but while hit am tryin’ fo’ toe make us beleeb dat de fust man war a mon-| key, w'y doan’ hit lug out a half- breed er two ez suckumstantial evi- dence; an’ w'y doan’ hit spen’ de time hit wastes in countin’ de scales on some new style ob fish in skirm- ishin’ fo’ an improved bait dat ull make fishin’ less tejus toe a man in ahurry t I got some respeck fo’ sci-| ence w’en hit gibs a man a pointer on suffin useful; but w'en hit monk- eys aroun’ toe fin’ out wudderdecur- rant-wum am a lineal descendant ob de cockroach, instid ob conjurin’ up| suffin’ dat ull kill de wum an’ save de currants, I say dat science am a po’ system toe invest yo’ time in.” And as the old man closed he was greeted with applause, while the company devoted themselves to the task of keeping O’Rafferty's cider from turning into vinegar. J. A, WALDRON. A POOR MATCH. | Brown (chafling)—** Hullo, Jake! how's that girl of yours getting! along?” AKE (disabusing him)—" Mine tear frent, I gave himself a cordial invitation to sit down haf no ghirl now.” in my especial a r. I never saw a man Brown (surprised)—‘‘Is that so? Did she! on short acqu extend such a heartfelt go back on you, Jake ?” welcome to himself in another man’s office. | JAKE (growing confidential)—“ No, it vas|He was generally well-dressed, and I saw n not ter ghirl; it vas ter fader. He saydt I vas| suspicious manuscript about his person, so I 4 boor match, und so he but me owd.” tossed him a handful of exchanges and went) ————— |to work again on my great article on the inter-| THE BURNING BANNER. national codfish question. HOW A VERSE-AFIRE PAINTED THINGS EXTREMELY REO. ‘2d hour, Ist hour. “Say,” said he, "Ido not think justice has He came in with an independent air and|been done to this anarchist question in Chi- — |cago.” | “Don't you worry,” said I; “they ; will do justice to them. ‘They will not E ; Z keep them in suspense any longer than > the attending physician can count the W LSH heart-beats. They boasted of their in- “1. ae pull in Chicago.” BR AREBIT GA y,” said the stranger, “did I = “ i fluence, and they will find they hav do anything to you? Now| I blushed and went on writing. “When I said justice had not been done, I meant to the subject ;” and the} stranger sighed. “They are live subjects now,” said! I; ‘but when the platform on which | were elected gives way, as sub: mp jects they will be stale.” and then before I could de- If he drew from his pocket and presented at mea manuscript. | “Here,” said he, ‘I have embalmed | in verse my thoughts on that terrible; struggle. Tasso sang of Jerusalem's decay, Milton of a Paradise lost, and I sing of Chicago in her sad affliction. Shall I read it for you ¢” | “If you have no family, and are not registered at any of the hotels, you may commence it, and please stand away from in front of that chromo; I do not want it spattered in case I pile should—but go on.” “B' gosh! I'd give ten shillin’ “Teall it,” said he, tew kneow who went ‘n put cheese in that air rabbit stew | NIBBLES VS TIPPLES. (A Fishing Experience of Four Hours’ Duration.) ( kl hour. 4th hour, “THe Rep Fiao. * Where the stars and stripes in glory, Waving o'er the world’s advance, Kiss the Union Jack of England And the tricolor of France, There saluting Prussia’s eagle, Cross of Sweden and Norway, Let us blot out from the heavens This red flag of dism “Then tear it down and rend it, In the flame of wrath let's end it They are cowards who defen The red flag of dismay. * While the triple bars of Russia And the azure stripes of Greece Je of past endeavor, ng now an honored peace ellow flag of Old Castile Speaks of a grander day, But the crimson stains of murder Tint the red flag of dismay. E’en the crescent flag of Turkey Leads a people strong and brave, And the Lion flag of Persia Has a history we would save. Lo, the gaudy flag of Venice Boasts a past of mighty sway: But the flag whose past is shameful Is the red flag of dismay. When the world salutes new banners They are born of mighty deeds, And their symbols speak of blessings That are brought to mankind's needs; They must speak of deeds of prowess And the dawn of some new day; Not of anarchy and murder, Like the red flag of dismay. “Then pluck it down and rend it, In the flames of wrath to end it, They are cowards who defend it, The red flag of disn “What do you think of that” said the stranger, wiping his nose with one of the ex- changes, and la: “Do you think it too highly colored ¢” ng down the manuscript “There area great many colors in it,” said ‘and I do not think you let the interest fla m beginning to end. In fact, I may say it is the banner poem on anarchy. A tear stood in the old man’s eye as he comicbooks.com