Judge — November 11, 1893 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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294 THE LATEST THING IN DIALECT. HE editor of The Zon had just accepted one of his own sonnets and marked it for early publication, with a coincident tail-piece symbolical of eternity; but this did not wholly account for the look of ineffable content that softened the angles of his severely classical features. Since Sidney Lanier had let the public into the secret of sonnet-writing and Mr. Stedman had written a recipe for poetry every verse- maker in the land could turn out fourteen lines in the Italian form without stopping to count them. It was not merely an aspect of content, but exultation born of triumph and supreme achieve- ment, that looked from the edit- or's eyes. It betrayed the con- sciousness of doing something AN ACCIDENT. — ‘Oh, mammy, come quick! kinks an’ cain’t git it out.” THANKSGIVING. * Le’s see, Tommie. We got turkey, cbicken, goose, Wanperixc Wit pertaties, turnips, pie, gin an’ terbac TinED Tomaie (with a sigh) but de cranberry sauce.” that no one else had done—of piling Parnas- sus on Pelion and Pelion on Ossa, and dan- gling the feet over the summit. The Pacific's discoverer, “silent upon a peak in Darien,” might have thus appeared; so might have seemed the first man gazing upon Niagara, or Gladstone pale with home-rule’s victo Conceive Audubon encountering the Arabian roc on the Champs Elysées; Darwin detect- ing the missing link in Piccadilly; Diogenes laying aside his lantern ina Tammany con- vention; then may you form an adequate idea of the editor's ecstasy. ‘The literary man spoke softly to himself, “Lo, have I not distanced all competitors and put myself on record? The patois of the French Canadian, the jabber of the Caro- lina tar-heel. the vocabulary of the Tennessee mountaineer, the strange dialect of Michigan avenue, Chicago—no longer do their etymo- logical eccentricities appeal to my delicate sense of linguistic literary merit. Let the On- tario habitant and the southern sand-cracker and the Virginia nigger figure in the hack- neyed contributions of my contemporaries. Their ineffectual fires are paled. The hour and the man have made connection, and we Jes’ like home, ain't it I but de cranberry sauce, Wi Bloomer ?" isher done cotched her toe in her Mr. STAYLATE—‘ What is that curious grating noise I hear, are that man. Never since the babble of Babel was such an opportunity offered and grasped.” ‘Then once more he lovingly perused a cablegram that lay before him—a cablegram in the most undecipherable cipher, con- trived of initial words from par- agraphs in a recently accepted dialect story. This message was from a trusted agent, and, trans- lated, it read: MUCKAMUCK, AFRICA, —, 1893. Editor The Aon, New York — Professor Garner has watched the wooing of two go- rillas and has made a faithful record of the language used. Have just closed a contract for love-story in original monkey dialect for Christmas number. ZANZIBAR. A WARNING. Miss Miss BLoomer—" Only papa unchaining the dog for the night, Mr. Staylate.” COMEDY IN AFRICA. First Monk: called * Jungle Jolliti SeCOND MONK: First Moxkey ave you seen the lion's new play No; not Well, don’t miss it, if you like fun, because it’s one continual roar.” A 10 SPORT—Scalping. A SUCCESSFUL ISSUE. + ¢}{OW was that murder case you had when I was in St. Louis, Brief?” asked one lawyer of another. “ You defended the murderer, who was said to be worth half 's, | remember. It came out all right. I got his money.” ; “What became of him ?” “ He was executed.” THE French bawl—A Parisian yell. A MIGHTY ACHIEVEMENT. . sTHE world is always under obligations to African explorers.” “Yes; but what has Peterby done that he should receive the adulations of the peo- ple “Why, man, he found his way out with- out the necessity for a relief expedition.” A TWO-FOOT rule —“ Keep off the grass.” comicbooks.com