Judge — September 28, 1889 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE BOSTON’S COMING CONGRESSMAN. “A ood deal has been said about my becoming a candidate for congress. I write to say that, after think- ing the matter over. I have decided that when the time comes to elect new congressmen in Boston I will be a candidate on the Democratic ticket if the nomination is offered to me.” jous L. Seuttivax.”” HE SHOUTS ring shrill on Beacon hill, In Sanserit and Latin and Gree!: A linguistic mosaic, Etruscan, Hebraic, For the monarch of brawn and physique. The mighty crowd they shout aloud For Boston's foremoct man : © We salute thee! We salute thee ! Satutamus Sullivan t Sullivan the great, the famous, We salute thee, Salutamms !** “John Sullivan for congressman!" ‘What rush of fect on Beacon street, What tumultuocs turmoil of tongues ; They shout in old Assyrian, Sidonian, and Tyrian, To the peril of palate and lungs. For Beacon street bows at the fect Of this illustrious man. “We salute thee! We salute thee! Satutamus Sutivan! Mad with zeal, and who shall blame us? We salute thee, Salutamens ! “On! ont great John, to Washington, Thy eloquence none can resist ; Who'll stand the dander of thy red right hander And thy monosyllabical fist ? Webster and Choate were men of note, Bat they pall before this man We salute thee! We salute thee ! Salutamus Sullivan! They were known, but thou art famous, We salute thee, Salutams / They cry in their polyglot glee ; Their shouts rise euphonic in Turk and Teutenic, In Persian and Hindoostanee. Ah, sweeter, I ween, than the odor of bean Is the name and the fame of this man: “We salute thee! We sa- late thee! Salutamus Sullivan! We salute, and none shall shame ws, We rtzte thee, Latvta- MOURNED HIS LOss. ‘Irs. Flockton coming this way.” she's in second mourning. Husband?” MUST MAKE A CHANGE. He—*You must have a great antipathy to me, Miss Lakefront. You never seem to be in when I call.” She (icily)—"1 never receive gentlemen, Mr. Bagley. whose calling cards are printed in three colors. NEVER CARED FOR THEM. Diner —" Bring me some turtle soup, waiter. Waiter —* Just out of turtle soup, sir, but we have some fine mock-turtle soup.” Diner —* Well, you needn't bring any. much for mock-turtles. AN INHOSPITABLE WELCOME. New poy 1x TowN—'* My mother said T CASE-HARDENED RESIDENT—"‘All right ; T never cared might come over in your yard and play with — let's play telegraph-poles, I'll be lineman. CONTRARIETY. HY do the oxen trample the finest grain? Why do the things we want most tarry latest ? Why does one’s bread always fall butter-side down ? Way does the storm always snap the most beautiful oak ? Why does the baby always act worst when you have company ? Why does it always rain on inaugural, anniversary, and picnic * days? Why are those who scoff at things generally H tious? : so often supersti= Why is blind love intrusted with weapons of such awful po- tency? Why is one’s name always found in the last corner of a pocket handkerchief ? Why does an accidental excha for the worse? Why is it always your great-grandmother’s teacup that the maid lets fall? Why does it always rain when you decide to leave your um- brella at home? Why is a noble love so often lavished upon those who know not gold from dross ? Why docs a car-window always stay up when you want it to go down, and vice versa? Why do certain people always cry at weddings and have an in- sane desire to laugh at funerals ? Why are those who seck the drowsy god most ardently obliged t the longest for his coming ? ge of umbrellas always result BSL A WEA: LirtLe WaLLy —"‘Are you my Uncle Elbridge 7” UNcLE Evaripe -s, my little man.” Latte Watty—"'I think mamma made a mistake.” UNcLe ELnetvor—'About me?” LrrtLe WaLLY—"' Yes; she said she was in an awful pickle when she heard you were couting, but I think by your looks pon're the one that's been in pickle.” IT MISSED THE OLD LADY. Grocer — James, I hear a noise in the cellar. and see what's the matter.” James (reappearing) —" It’s only the vinegar, Mr. Brine." Grocer —"The vinegar?” James —" Yes; it’s calling for its mother.” Just go down comicbooks.com