Judge — March 16, 1889 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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MEN WE HAVE MET. JOHN A, ROCHE, MAYOR OF CHICAGO. HEN Baron Pullman discovered Chicago, and finding it uninhabitable moved to the adjoining prairie and built an independent city, he left his first find without a munici- pal head, Until the election of John A. Roche the city has practically remained in this con- dition, for although several elections have taken place in the past the successful candidate invariably been so much impressed with the unexpected honor conferred upon him that nd a determination to do nothing to get the best of him. Mr. Roche, who was born in Uti S44, and who frequently played shinny with the Conkling boys, made up his mind when he counted the last vote of his 40,000 majority that he would play the bull in the china-shop with Chicago traditions and be the mayor with all that the name implies. His training as a mechanical engineer, and the benefit which a short residence in Worcester, Mass,, had given him, united in making him em- inently a man of sand ; and when Mr. Carter Har- rison gracefully packed his grip and went tiger- coursing in Ballypajore the new incumbent set to work and began throw- ing whole handfuls of that commodity into the faces and feelings of the effete people of Chicago. Among the existing abuses which he has com- pletely buried with the gritty substance have been the gambling industr the disreputable resort vagary, and the municipal ring rule which pre- vailed heretofore; and in addition he has greatly discouraged the penchant indulged in by some of the more enthusiastic citizens of holding hourly praise-meetings in which such shouts as “The red flag forever!" * Down with the national circulation merica for the Poles!” as hosannas. Mr. Roche's early instruction in the pattern-maker trade has served him well, and he has cut out a sample of his handicraft which has been of ¢ advantage as an example for the Chicagoese. The k spot in his career was his election to the Illinois legislature in but he has partly lived down this unfortunate incident, and his charitable fellow-citizens. cr refer to it excepting to whisper that it is strange to them how a man could possibly manage the city’s water-works AT A CHICAGO WEDDING. so intelligently after a course of cloak-room amenities in the state senate. Mk, Catuster—"' What in the world are you doing, Louise?” His honor is a pleasant, congenial fellow, with aan interesting family and yoy 1m sy awtully fornesh 2S Suing aoe for the oxcasion, you a beautiful residence on the west side. He lacks somewhat the sense of : humor which carries so many of us over the rough stepping-stones of life, and this fact, joined to the possibility of the writer's visiting Chicago in VERY MUCH "IN DOUBT. the near future, will account for the sudden closing of this skit. Mayor One of the counties of this state, writes a Michigan correspondent, Roche, our hats are all off to you. has a population of less than a thousand, and one representative to our state legislature. After a LITTLE JOHNNY. call hard strug they ~— \ elected a Democrat. When the excitement was all over and the returns were in he went to the chairman of the county committee with a troubled look and said that there was one thing Little Johnny B, a four - and - a - half - years youngster, was taken by his father to an Episcopal chure When he came home his mother asked him what he saw. “Ob,” said he,“ Mr. H. came out of a room and read with a shirt around him and talked to a bool Out onenight when the moon was about four days old, he exclaimed, * Look pa! the moon is broke. One day Johnny Chairman —" Well, what is it? Rep—" Well, 1 am not sure whether | go to Lansing or Washington.” IN THE KITCHEN. brother killing flies , . A dainty eap of cambrie by flipping them with a Mer sleeves were tucked up switch. “Don't do that,” mu eras ; neatly, he said; “if you were to = a . : UY Her died elbows bare die now you would go I , ~ he? ; Shekneadediongand thoroughly to heaven with flies on \ \ ; z Z The plump, white loaves of you. Johnny had been told And when I praised her warealy She turned, and sriling sab: tiae, God semade every GOSSIP AT THE WHIST PARTY. fou men don't know what "is thing. He was eating pie, to knead.” and he looked up and Mr. Frep, Wixstox—" Burton's always late. Here we've been waiting for him for “Foronce you speak not true,” siiaceeres , an hour. said, “Can God make as Miss Creamer—* That isn't a circumstance to that Miss Frankfurt’s annoyance, She's good pie as this?” been waiting for him for over three years." Inwell-bred tonesof love Tried, * For, darling, I need you."* JONK L. JONRS, comicbooks.com