Judge — June 11, 1887 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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as that —and real- ct of murder bj a woman is evidence of itself of derangement of intellect. Let there be a commutation of senten Poor child! even w that granted her she would probably not be pardoned within five years 4600) TIME TO DROP IT. Asa stump speech Gov- ernor Hill’s veto of the Vedder bill would be ad- mirable: but it has the additional advantage of 1 vigorous rebuke 0 oft most iniqui- tous measure. The trath is, the nor and the legislature have been try- to suit the radical nce people and at »time do justice to the people at large. That is utterly impossi- ble, and the means to the end have been productive of nothing better than hypocrisy and other small business. The gov- ernor and the legislature have airing their wits over the problem how to escape unwise legislation on this ques- tion, and each has suc- ceeded about equally well woma ly the een “SPOOR.” There is anew English word. It is means that you are porter. that you play at being a murderer, thatthe ‘cops run you in, the * beak” run: out because there is no evidence against you, that nevertheless make « sensation and thereby sell your employer's papers, that your chief gives you five pounds, and that he suys with his tongue in his cheek * Don't do that agai It is the amateur casual reduced to small business; butthe word is tolerable enough to excuse it, whatever it may happen to mean outside of its expressive sound. Miss Giipex of the Critic says Colonel Ingersoll is not a preacher and therefore he has no right to make money and notoriety out of his belief. Now we know just where to draw the line, and orators who are not preachers had better wear sticking-plaster on their mouths. THEIR EXCESSIVE MODESTY. Two southern military companies on display at Washington re- fused to appear in connection with a company of colored soldiers. Much is to be forgiven a prejudice that comes from education or the it: and that indeed was the opinion of the chief officer of the objectionable company. ‘*Dere was too much hangin’ back by dem fellers,” he sa “We wasn’t proud. Wot was dey afraid of? It’s sartain true dat we made de wealth of dere fadders and mudders, but We isn't recallin’ dose onpleasantnesses. Dey needn't a-bin afraid. We wouldn't a-outma’ched ‘em or looked prettiah dan dey did. Wot was dey a-keepin’ out o' sight foh?” It is indeed a puzzling ques- tion, THE BAREBONES OF THIS YEAR OF OUR LORD. The skeleton of a forefather got out of its grave and came to New York of a Sunday morning. Needing a little consolation, it inquired ata tavern for New England rum. exclaimed the barkeeper with a look of horror. shamed to call for intoxicants on the Lond’s day?” id the skeleton, “I haven't had anything in two hun- dred years. Conceive my thirst! You can at least let some of your slaves black my shoes?” “You miserable reprobate!” exclaimed the barkeeper. “We ON THE AVENUE. Tsay, old chap, what a noisy place the avenue ix getting to he.” How's that, old boy >" “Why, you see, the girls are all raising a bustle and the boys are raising cane." don’t have slaves, and if we had I couldn't let them work on the holy Sabbath n not used to modern usages,” urged the skeleton of the fore- father. “I am faint from long abstemiousness besides. If you can't give me solace in the shape of beverage, will you kindly furnish me a conveyance wherewith I may attend se i God wot and high-cockalorum besides xclaimed the barkeeper in great wrath. ‘You wicked old wretch! Have you come out of your grave to make our servants and horses wait on you on the holy Sabbath day “*Peradventure,” said the skeleton of the deceased man, could give me a morsel to have had nothing of a nouri misery of starvation. the avenues furnished wy “these bones for the wind to wander through at its ruthless will. If you you might allow me a little bread and a swallow of tea And thereby imperil the souls of th rand the cook ?” re turned the barkeeper with hot indignation, an, ™m: have you come out of your grave to send us all to eternal torment ?” “But think, sir!” exclaimed the bones of the retired puritan; “what would you do if you hadn't had drink or any meat or bread for two hundred years?- Wouldn't you be famished Hless of law and order? I have a pretty good skeleton, .I admit, BELL lineout confidence in the connecting portions of some of the bones, and they need sustenance. Possibly you might give me a glass of water.” The barkeeper looked at him with still greater scorn. ** Hospi- tality,” said he, “is a crime punishable by fine and imprisonment Water has in it certain alcoholic properties, and furthermore it would require labor to produce it. Get thee behind me, thou fleshless Satan! Get out! Go back to your grave and lie there peac The bones wen y returned to their old they? Notmuch. As, howe applied the lateh-k search at four o'clock n morning they rer revious to dis- appearance within, ‘Gabriel, you needn't inany hurt We can stand this sequestration till the end of Abram Hew “you biding-place, did good time. fter a long comicbooks.com