Judge — October 29, 1892 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE 281 THEATRICAL PROGRESS. E>WIN BOOTH thanked heaven that the pugilistic championship had not gone out of the profession. He might have said more, by way of congratulating the two pugilistic stars that they were getting the lion's share of the public’s theatrical money. For this is the _ robust and heroic period of amusement. and the stars in question are staggering under an avalanche of chee:s and dollars. We talk with some rebuke of the bull-fight, and recall with regret the period and the methods of the Roman gladiator. But that's wrong. Why not have them here ? CERTAIN KINDS OF CONSCIENCE, [7 15 A GOOD suggestion of the American Sentinel of this city that the act of congress providing that the world’s fair shall be closed on Sunday amounts to the legislative adoption of a national religion and is therefore unconstitutional. ‘The law is not only absurd but unfair. It demands that millions of persons shall adopt certain religious ideas in which they do not believe. It obliges millions of workers to lose the value of days of labor to see the exhibition, which is surely not to be improper or immoral. It is a. scheme which must inevitably put money into the pockets of keepers of bad places. Hap- pily, the intolerance of the creeds cannot burn or imprison men, as it once could; but it is contemptibly mean and narrow to forbid them the right of their own views and consciences and take away from them the innocent privileges guaranteed them by every civilized system of government. SHE CAUGHT ON He—' Only out three honrs, dearest, and just see the ducks I bagged !" Dearest (who is aware of some change of air in the room)—" But why didn’t you shoot fresh ones?” T IS THOUGHT by some that the day of judgment will have to be postponed in order to close up the various and very severe trials of Dr. Briggs. F MR. COLUMBUS had been a mugwump he would have gone back to Spain in a state of extreme disgust because the savages were not only uncesthetic but real indelicate. MB INGALLS is so hard at work for Harrison that his potatoes are undug, his corn is unhusked, and his oxen and plow are lonely in the half-finished furrow of a large, half-plowed field. MR. TENNYSON died the death of a poet, moonlight on his face and a great storm following his departure. Mr. Swin- burne and the two Morrises have material here, whoever becomes the laureate. A TERRIBLE ERROR. “*Say, Gim, what wuz de matter in de show ter-day ?” k > Gim—** Why, de manager sent out fer a barber ter shave him, an’ by mistake de barber shaved de bearded woman, who wuz takin’ a nap.” MAN in Arkansas shot his pastor dead. He didn’t imagine himself a committee of investi- gation having in charge the fate of Dr. Newton or Dr. Briggs. It was a local trouble. GENERAL SICKLES doesn't claim that there is something the matter with Ais eyes and throat. Apparently he can see and speak without the slightest medical or surgical amelioration. at Ty THERE IS A DEARTH of war news, and perhaps Mr. Depew is right in informing Mr. Gladstone that out of thirteen muill- ion voters in this country twelve million five hundred thousand are anxious to see an Irish parliament. WAYNE MACVEAGH is troubled with Ingallsism. He is as fine a satirist as John J.; but he has more money. and pluck, and will do no whining when he learns that he has made himself too eccentric and conspicuous. A MAN in Maine bas received many love-letters from an unknown woman, and has just discovered that his wife wrote them. The lady is crazy, and the man’s vanity has been squeezed from the size of a balloon to the dimensions of a small tin thimble, cee A WRITER for Harper's Weekly, who incidentally alludes to " “the flashing legs of Lottie Colllns,” wants fashionable pANOTHER ADVERTISEMENT. —saacxnmens fom ict at aight To one otlock inthe meraing, paste diamonds? Surely you wouldn't wear them.” We have long thought that the light of the existing day was too ; Actress —''I want to have them stolen,” exasneratingly long and garish, ON A BUST. comicbooks.com