Judge — April 13, 1889 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE MEN WE HAVE MET. CHARLES DP, BECKWITH, VERY grave doubt had always. existed as to who struck Paterson until Charley Beckwith arrived there some years ago. He emphatically struck it, and struck it all ina heap. The city of raw girls and pretty silk got right down on its figurative knees, and the obeisance has continued uninterruptedly to date. Born in Sara- toga somewhat less than fifty years ago, Mr. Beckwith came to Paterson to en- gage in forgery, and his firm to-day have the reputation of turning out the best marine crank-shafts manufactured inthiscountry. He never sought political honors, but, like the measles, they came tohim unsolicited, and notwithstanding that the city had been Democratic since the signing of its first charter he was elected ma rousing majority. After serving one term and part of an- other, Mayor Beckwith was nominated and elected to succeed William Walter Phelps in the fifth congressional dis- trict, and Washington, besides being prosperous, magnificent, and in the right groove so far as the real-estate boom is concerned, is now happy. The severe thing that has ever been said about Mr. Beckwith is that he is modest, retiring, and no speech-maker. A tadition of the city has it that on one occasion, when he was announced to speak ratification meeting, he arose, took a gulp of red-earth Jersey water, murmured “Ye ‘That “yes” from Mr. Beckwith, arrayed as he was in garments which bespoke the fact that he believed implicitly in the culture of the silk-worm, meant more to the Patersonians than one of Mr. Evarts’s thirty-day sen- tences. His honor is in the prime of life- athlete, and very fond of fishing. He always crosses his arms before indicating the length of a trout, can tell a good trotter by looking at the rings on Goodwin's turf and sat dows PATERNAL HOSP! Jack Dirtco (home on a visit}—"' Look here, dad! that's a little the toughest daub I ever saw.” MAYOR OF PATERSON, N. J. guide, wears a blue-striped shirt on all occasions excepting funerals and weddings, and is as Keene in business as James R. He isa great smoker, Iso, and unlike Horace Walpole never blew into the muzzle of a pipe to find whether it contained a load. As a future congressman he can be relied on to say nothing and keep up a jumping-down-place of a thinking; and if by any fair means he can induce his colleagues to re-establish the nation’s capital at Paterson, New Jersey, bets may be made that he will not try to sell his machine-shop property as a site for the government buildings. It is too valuable. With sincere re- gret that Paterson has lost him for its chief mi nd with equally sine cere cong jons that the state of New Jersey ha congress- man to succeed its recently appointed professor of Samoan German, JUDGE pounds his gavel and wishes Mr. Beck- with the highest possible hand in the game of politics. NECESSITY OF_ LOOKING AHEAD. ILL you honor me, Amelia, With your presence at the play? the tickets h from to-day. Heavens, George! you must be crazy To make dates s0 far ahead; a elvemonth be dead Ves, it’s running b Rut, Amelia, you must know, Seats are held for speculators. ‘And the public have smal show APROPOS. Hungry Herbert (alter the clergy man’s long blessing) —“ | would suggest. as” an_appropropria hymn to these devotional exercises, * We shall meat beyond the 2 ABROAD. c? He's the prince of \ THE AMERICAN ee that red-faced He reminds me of an over the ker hand ITALITY IN MAINE. His FATHER (:oarning!y) be listening. Help yoursel ‘S-s-sh!_ Easy, my boy. Your mother may comicbooks.com