Judge — March 11, 1899 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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4154 OPPOSED TO ERTS : yA Think of its stupen- TRUSTS. ; : f dous capitalization— +4] CAME in toleave : } such a magnitude of a small order, Fag ecer ee : . wealth—and think how Mr. Peck,” said Mr. ; ruthlessly it is employ- Jaysmith to the grocer. ‘ rg f ed! 1am most ener- “Yes, sir,” said Mr. i AM Zaes getically opposed to Peck, taking up his or- p trusts, Mr. Peck, You'll der-book. ; : ; d i send those things up “Send three cans > . DS A a immediately, 1 sup- of tomatoes and three ae > EL iN pose? Thank you. cans of corn, By the t : And—er—1 suppose way, I understand that , S NY you can give me cred- a trust has got hold , 4 i Dill for about of the canned-goods j \V ig ; veek, Mr, Pecl trade. It’s perfectly Cie “I'm very sorry reprehensible the way SY, t 4h Jaysmith,” replied Mr. trusts are allowed to ; F : Peck as he closed his have their own way in g order-book, “but I am this country. And two “es ; : quite as violently op- gallons of carbon-oil. | posed to anything in Speaking of petroleum “4 ii 2 A ; the nature of trust a3 reminds me of the / } i you are. I sell strictly gigantic octopus, the ] Said §— for cash.” Standard oil company. ‘ee \, yi ‘ WILLIAM Henny siviTER, ‘The doings of that cor- / & " \ ® poration are most rep- Wf : ‘ all ; rehensible, sir—most ( BISINEARNESS: reprehensible. And [MMU oa i City nephew add to the order three | ’ 3 “Who is your nearest poundsol caller: Col- A HN ria : = neighbor, uncle?” fee, too, is practically f | ‘4 Uncle Zimri— in the hands of @ come GO ie “Wacal, accordin’ to bination, organized to sil = B E actual measurement in bleed the working- ‘ NOT FAMILIAR WITH THE ARTICLE. feet ant inebes John man’s breakfast-table. Acent—" Would you like to buy any stove-blacking, ma'am?” Podd is my nearest By the way, Mr. Peck, Youn wire (critically)—" Er—yes. What colors have you?” neighbor; but judged that's a very fine by the standard of thought—organized to bleed the workingman’s breakfast-table. That financial closeness Jabez Grindrock, who lives four farms away, is the thought, Mr. Peck, ought to go into print. Oh, yes: we need sugar too. nearest person in the neighborhood. He's so blamed near that it took a Add to the order a dollar's worth of granulated sugar. Speaking of trusts, couple of doctors a hull hour, other day, to cut a silver three-cent piece I don’t know but what the sugar trust is really the worst of them all. out of his hand.” RETAINED HER SOCIAL POSITION STILL, Fapora Corona (with pitcher)—"* But she says you swore at her.” Bercrnac bu Fresse (om /eft)—** Tell her from me dat I'm a lady an’ I never fergit merself. De ideer of such a thing! Wot I done wuz simply ter t'row a pitcher of hot water over her an’ tell her dat she lied." comicbooks.com