Judge — May 29, 1886 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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a days, through H. C. Parsons of Natural Bridge, Va. One was about Jefferson Davis. The head of the confederate states was a man of great dig- nity. He was a spare man, and and was fre- quently compared in his leanness to a lucifer match. It was in the early days of the war, when his picture had just been printed on the confederate postage stamps, that he was walking about the capitol grounds at Rich- mond for exercise, that a Virginia mountain- cer, full of whisky and rebellious patriotism, rushed up and seized him by the hand. was as cold as an icicle, No sign of recogni tion crossed his countenance. The mountain- eer drew back, as if fearing that he had made amistake. ‘‘ Bean’t you Mr, Davis?” he stam- mered. ‘I am the president, sir,” was the chilling reply. The whisky had begun to re- assert its sway over the mountaincer, and with a quizzical look he rejoined, to the dismay of 's friends, who had nered around, “1 thought so, old fellow. You look like a ‘pos- tage-stamp.” Ex-Governor Henry A. Wise, the chief ex- ecutive of Virginia at the time of John Brown's raid and the father of ex-Congress- man John 8. Wise, was a member of the con- federate congress. In the closing days of the \|war he was quite antagonistic to Davis, and was asort of malcontent in the legislative body, _The congress held its sessions in a hall of the Virginia capitol, the windows of which overlooked a colossal equestrian statue of George Washington, whose hand is uplifted us if in the attitude of saluting his command. Beyond the statue is the penitentiary building. It was while Wise was making’ a speech lagainst the Davis management that, as he looked out across this vista, he got inspiration for an impassioned utterance that brought everybody to his Teet to see what he meant. “Look, look!” he shouted, ‘the bronze trembles! the statue of Washington mi The father of his country is looking at th: Lapy Naturauist— I'd like to know what's in that old stump.”—She found out. confederate congress and pointing to the b= . —— al —— penitentiary.” CARSON LAK! remarked, ‘Flags are mostly composed of{over its — ~ —— crosses and bars. Where the anarchists failed! this conversation en- SPECIMEN OF ART CONTRIBUTIONS TO “JUDGE.” in their flag was in not having a bar in it, for] “ How that is where they get all their inspiration.” | that stuff?” “Twenty- ; y : “Old man,” said I, ‘come to ine arms. Wel fourhours.” “Where's Jf- yu thir Lt 00 noe ay be social, if not socialists. We will open|your new whisky?” , eet sardines and a pitcher of water, and| “In the still. Tego AF on An ecrouk. take our lunch off the top of this desk. Thus|had asked for it I will we live high.” would have given you THE OLD PROFESSOR, |a straw.” The staff —————— officers and Breckin- WELL MET MEN. ridge laughed at Early’s expense and expected he would drop the sub- ject, but he came back at his entertainer with this parting shot: “Well, my friend, I am not unmindful of the generosity of such hospitality in times like these. I have now tried all kinds of whis- ky. Before this hour General Jubal E. Early, profane and sar- castic, witty and brilliant, is the subject of many stories that aro told among the old con- federates. It was he who encountered his match in the ‘‘reb.” in a green persimmon tree. The army was on the march, and Early was particular about his men keeping in line, He saw this one in the persimmon tree, evidently skulking to drop behind. Early reined in his horse, leaped him over the fence, and riding under the tree shouted, What are you doing up theret” "The soldier answered s with the grealeat’sang froid: “Why, general, |! have tried. bourbon nera’,|and bumgarner, valley Tam drawing my stomach up to my rations.” |), Mente dew, The straits to which the people of the gouth|and all the brands of were subjected at the close of the war is illus-| whisky known, new trated in another story of Early. He was rid-|and old. This, how: : I ing up the Shenandoah valley with General lever, is my first trial of = —— John C. Breckinridge, after the Cedar Creek| poor whisky. It is in- = : 4 rout. They road up to a planter’s house, |decd hard lines in the ; * NV tired and thirsty, and asked for a drink. _‘The|confederacy.” / nan) SAY PAT, WHAT SUVATHE, OREGO man asked what they would have and Early map} replied, ‘Whisky, of course.” “Old whisky or| Several stories of con- new?” inquired the planter. ‘The old|federate daysand men} a, is perhaps the best of the large number received during the whisky,” said Early. The beverage was|have come into MY! 1a month. The reader will appreciate it more fully by viewing it through brought out and poured down with wry faces|budget within a few |Emoxed glass. comicbooks.com