Judge — October 11, 1890 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE HUM OF THE COURT. THE HOUSE the Republicans had the quo, and the Democrats the remaining syllable. E ALMOST think Robert Earl will have a major- ity bigger than that of T. B. Reed. HE. ASP selected by Sara Bernhardt to bite her has starved to death in anticipation of that kind of death. WE HOPE Kaiser William will not begin his killing at once, but they say he has decided military genius. AN OBITUARY ARTICLE closes with the touching. remark, “In death he was not divided,” which is so consoling as to be almost sweet. BOUCICAULT was asked which he considered his best play. “The one I am going to write next,” he said after a moment of profound thought. NCLE GREELEY in the new statue of him appears to be puzzled over the grave question whether it is worth while to raise turnips at the cost of five dollars a peck. THE STRANDED BLOW-FISH A TALE OF MUTUAL DILATION. HE STOPPING of a prize-fight in England is quite in accordance with the English theory of popular sentiment, but the fact itself is intensely disagreeable to every Englishman. RICHARD VAUN managed to remark in the house that the empire was coming fast. Truly Richard hath an eagle eye. Let us hope that his stop-watch is equally reliable. We mustn't let that empire go by. UST ONE WOMAN thinks it right to present the naked form to a miscellaneous audience, and she is the woman who does it. All the rest of the world disagrees with her, but that only shows what a wise, brave woman she i EVERAL Canadian journals, one of them a government paper, talk right out for annex- ation to the United States, and from the way they are abused by other journals one would. think the latter were frightened half to death about it TURKISH MAN-OF-WAR managed to float without money for a brief period, gracefully went to the bottom of the sea with all on board. If that vessel had ever gone into action it would probably have sunk the entire Turkish navy. ind then. AND THE SURPRISE: WO GAMBLERS in Chicago shot and stabbed each other, and a dis- patch says, “There are slight hopes of their recovery.” We should think there wouldn't be any at all. GROCER of Keene, N. H., sold powder by lamp-light twenty years, and some people think that the explosion which killed him the other night was the naturalest kind of death he could have had. HERMAN DALLMAN of Cincinnati drank a glass of water in a Cin- cinnati station-house and immediately went and hanged himself. The water of Cincinnati must be extremely dangerous. PAPER asks, speaking of some famous horses, “Is the human race improving as fast as the horse is?” Well, there isn’t any hurry about it. Any man can beat any horse in the long run. B. REED, we learn from the Vosce, paid for votes, in the late destruc- tive calamity in Maine, at the rate of two beers apiece. Amazing how much two beers will buy in a time of tariff agitation in a prohibition state. HE LITTLE GIRL without a doll is worse off than the Hamlet who is out of the play of that name, and Frank Leslie's Mlustrated apparently proposes to act as the papa of every such little girl in the United States. WHEN ONE reads in his country exchanges the good old words, “Another lie nailed,” the same followed by the good old exclamation- point, he feels that life has resumed its good old health and vigor, and that hard cider is near at hand. ‘ENNYSON says he shall write at least one more poem before he dies. He hadn't better. If he ‘were to write better than ever before the newspaper critics would feel obliged to say in their mournful way that his mental powers were plainly deteri- orating. E MUST congratulate the young man and woman who simultaneously committed sui- cide in this town recently on the dexterity and rapidity of their departure. The realism of the stage shows nothing that can begin with it, and they discounted death by a couple of scores of years. B 'N BUTLER once made chairs for thirty cents a day. If great men could not refer to the time when they did that sort of thing their success wouldn't be worth having. Again, the poor man is most happy when he remarks that he has seen better days, and if ever he was rich he fairly gloats over it. It is the whatness of the has-been that one appreciates—not the whichness of the is. - i comicbooks.com