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# Analysis of Judge Page 433 This page contains several satirical pieces. The main article "Men Who Organize for Murder" discusses Italian organized crime, specifically referencing the assassination of Chicago police Chief Hennesley and the killing of Dr. Cronin, linking these to secret Italian criminal organizations. The piece argues such violence justifies law enforcement action against foreign-born criminals. The cartoon "A Queer Delusion" depicts a man peering into a shop window, apparently seeing something unusual. "Between the Sleep and the Snore" presents a bed-chamber dialogue where a man describes waking with inexplicable physical symptoms—a hangover-like condition he cannot explain, suggesting humorous social commentary about drinking or excess. The final cartoon "A Last Resort" shows figures in conversation, likely satirizing romantic or social entanglements of the era.

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JUDGE [Is SENATOR BROWN aware that several dinners are necessary to Democratic harmony? yy RAY HAMILTON being legally dead, nothing can resurrect him but an appeal to the higher courts. [F CM. D. is sentenced to Sing Sing lots of people will want to go there to hear what he has to say about it. sare Att FUNDS for the Irish will be used until further notice for the pur- chase of extra sand, court-plaster and shillelahs. arene HE STORIES of President Harrison's duck-shooting are not large. Now for heaven's sake let Benjamin refrain from amusement with the rod and line and all will continue to be well. MEN WHO ORGANIZE FOR MURDER. TALIANS must not claim a monopoly of assassination here. Irishmen must not. Anarchists must not. The extreme indignation of Italians over the killing of several of their race in New Orleans is a little curious in view of the assassination of Chief Hennessey and many others by order of an Italian organiza- tion. The victims of these Italians: were innocent men ; the victims of the mob were guilty, and their death was thought to be nec- essary to the safety 1st —"* Why, Mary !” of society. The ‘Tim, the polaceman, is afther sayin’ accordyins murder of Chicago is shtylish on shkirts, an’ he’s lint me his t’ wear t’ th’ pucnic.” policemen by an- archists was punished by the law, but anarchists have been howling about it ever since. The kill- ing of Dr. Cronin was the crime of a secret order, and it was not punished half enough. These secret organizations are un-American, and foreign to every principle of republicanism. They must be taken care of by the law. If the law fails what remedy have the people except that vided by their own hands? The reader will recall the eight murderers in the Cincinnati whom the law failed to convict, and the mob-law that followed the failure. Such force as that in New Orleans is inevitable where criminals get the upper hand of the bench and bar. The best law that California had forty years ago was that of the vigilantes, and without it assassination and robbery would have been the rule instead of the exception, It is melancholy that there should be such force, but it is crime that makes it necessary. Let the law purify itself, and as a means to that end let it do its utmost to break up the secret organizations of foreign-born citizens whose purpose it is to do murder. FASHIONABLY CORRECT. A QUEER DELUSION. Strange appearance of Peterson as he gazed in the shop window next door to the boot-black’s. 6 BETWEEN THE SLEEP AND THE SNORE. ASSAGES from account of bed - chamber interview with H. Watterson —“ Here Mr. W. clutched his night-cap and reflectively swal- lowed it."—" At this moment Mr. W. contem- platively scratched the inner shank of his left leg with the larger nail of his right foot, shuddering slightly, but immediately resuming his custom- ary placidity."—"* It is a cold night,’ said Mr. Watterson with genuine affection in his voice, ‘and I grieve to have you go. Are you appre- hensive of grip? I sometimes think I am pecul- iarly liable to it. The top shelf, dear boy. The larger bottle. Sugar in the bow! below. Glasses near by. Two, my boy—two! Your health, my “ie ; id with his nose. It was unintelligible, however. Ah, you've found the road to success at last ; what is it?" He was asleep. I came away Well, as a last resort I am going to marry the young lady who sold it.” comicbooks.com