Judge — August 21, 1886 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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ape: og as the last of his race, which it appears is| It was some time before the assembl: nevertheless destined to echo down the cor-| resumed its wonted attentiveness. Thea ence was puzzled and the speakers were that crisis barrassed.** | wonder,” said one person wit his face, to a companion and particularly long front teeth, and, paus-| speechless with surprise, “if he is goi ing merely to eject some juice of tobacco, |do it again 7” But finally tl cried out with a shrill voice, which appeared | for the aflirmative began to speak previously been located in the roof|several wary looks at the impassiv of his mouth, ‘* Hooray for Jackson !” unbidden spectator, and a cautious statement The speaker was paralyzed and the au-|totheeffect that he trusted there would be dience felt a chill ; but there was no disposi-|no interruptions, gradually _w: 1 to his tion to question the propriety of the sugges-| work. “And what,” he remarked, “of tion, and the man retained his position just)Tecumseh ? What of that warrior of war. as if he hadn't said anything at all. viors the manner of whose death is not posi- “Tam aware,” said a debater on the nega- known to this day ? My friends, who tiv le, “that the reputation of the late Mr. killed "—— Logan as am is very great. He was) The man had seemed to be asleep, but it doubtless a good Indian as Indians go. The} was a hollow subterfuge with intent to de. question does not relate, e| e. Suddenly rising, he paused to spit, character of Mr. Logan. — We will go back! disclosing as before the frail remnants of to the original proposition, Has the In-/once populous mouth, swung his green cot- n a right to the land "—— jton umbrella wildly about his venerable At this juncture the man described drew | head, and shrieked shrilly, in a voice trem- ide clecke wonit auiling ina sect his coat more closely about his spare form, ‘ ulous with age, ‘ Hooray for Samuel J. Til- Maat ies oes weal we fai toa be’: nervously replaced within the proper inster-|den!” Having done this, he resumed his ‘They'd heard ‘twas fun; 0 when they got tice a button that had detached itself from s it, prepared to listen s well as his enthusi- ‘A chance they all went out to sea. the same, spit as before, blazed momenta tic nature would permit to the remainder at theeyes, exclaimed, ‘* Hooray for Thomas | of the debate. But when the eca began to toes Jefferson !" and resumed his stolidity, per-| But the orators said one to another, “We And heave its royal bosom blue, a : 3 ‘They thought the way to save a loss mitting himself not so much as a look of cannot goon. ‘These interruptions are in- Waa follow wilt, so thay Nowa 16. gratification because of his triumph of free tolerable, We find ourselves. waiting for 2 speech. them. They destroy all of our fine points. PRESENCE OF MIND. And when they were safe through the trip, All vowed they would go out no more. They did not like to ware the ship— They'd rather ship their wares ash 2 MAN WHO 1) THERE wi tinually prrupting. pied a rear seat of the smail room of the debating society. He was tall and lean and old. He wore his thin gray r long, and his thin face had a sleepy look ex cepting when he interrupted, when it would suddenly assume an expression of uncommon in- telligence, that faded as rapidly and unexpectedly as it came. His shoulders were composed mostly of bone ; and as he d, the better to accommodate his almost shless hands to the handle of a cotton umbrella, his long, lank countenance, with sunken | cheeks and high cheek bones, looked as if it were} grossly misplaced and might far better have been somewhere else. “Thold, Mr. President,” said one of the orators for the affirmative with argumentative persuasiveness, “that if Logan had been fairly treated he would not have been called upon to make that pathetic speech, THIRD BASE—"‘ Cheese it, boys! Second base has fell down der well !i Uspire—* Dat's a nerror—go an wid der game ! comicbooks.com