Judge — June 1, 1889 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE MEN WE HAVE MET. THOMAS H, BROWN, MAYOR OF MILWAUKEE, WIS, EARS AGO, when Milwaukce existed only on a birch-bark map, and it was possible for a St. Paul man to run over on its location without having corn-cobs and_barrel- staves thrown at him as they are liable to be to- Samuel Brown took up a claim there and, unlike some of our latter-day Oklah spects, succeeded in holding on to it. In course of time a son was born to him—in 1839, to be exact—and that son is the present mayor of Milwaukee, Thomas H. Brown. Educational facilities were somewhat handicapped in those days, but young Thomas succeeded in packing his brain with a pretty good supply of mental pabulum from the fount of Beloit college, and in 1861 went to the oil regions of Pennsylvania to stalk the elusive kerosene. He remained there for six years with varying success, but hearing that another future mayor—Hart of Boston—had entered the hat and cap business, he made up his mind that a Yankee was shrewd enough to see ahead of his nose and followed suit, opening a helmet em- porium in his native city, which he conducted for three years. The shape of his hat-brims probably suggested wheels, for at the end of that time he plunged madly into the wagon-manufacturing industry, and to-day is conducting one of the lar- gest establishments in the west, In 1877 a bee was allowed to escape from his bonnet by his election as alder man, and in 1880 another big one got out when he was chosen mayor, The bee was suffocated by the clouds of flour which arose heavenward when the people clapped their hands, but Mr. Brown survived, and governed the town like a Solon for his term of two He then retired to as private a life as the exigencies of the carriage trade would but in 1886 his enthusiastic constit xents dragged him out again and he was nomi- nated for congress. No one ever knew just what defeated him, but the rumor that the St. Paul authorities drugged his coffee on the eve of a campaign speech has never been quite refuted, and his consequent dazed assertion that he always considered the latter city to be a formidable 1 of his own may have downed him, At any rate he was in no wise crushed by disaster, for a year ago hz again ran for the mayoralty and was triumph- antly elected by a fusion of Republican and Democratic votes against the labor element. Mr. Brown is a married man, of medium height, vigorous health, and great popu- larity among the boys. He may frequently be seen taking his morning stroll to the office with a barrel of flour under each arm and one perched on his head, just for the accom- panying exercise; and thinks nothing of eating a stack of wheat-cakes between meals A TERRIBLE CATASTROPHE, just out of local patriotism. He attends church when he has reason to believe that the narrrs are . parson is not going to mention St. Paul, and is in every respect a first-class represen. YARDWIDE—"" For pity’s sake | what's the mattah, Clint? 2 A : Cust Ross — Pillow got turned ovah, and I slepton me bangs." ‘ation of an American mayor. BEFORE THE LAUNCH. LANTY, THE BOATMAN —" Now, Lill, you get her by the head an’ I'll git ‘round bess I her, an" we" her in th’ water quicker 'n scat.” Avny IIpesy (shetchin, Tee ill-p 1" comicbooks.com