Judge — February 2, 1901 — page 1: what you’re looking at

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VOL.40 .NO.1007 Ewrenen at rwe Poot Ornice at Mew Yous 4s Seconp Case Marten Corvaient ““SINDBAD” THE DEMOCRAT AND THE “OLD MAN” OF NEBRASKA. When I was a little advanced into the island, in 1896, I saw an old man, who appeared very weak and infirm. He was sitting on the bank of a silver pool, talking loudly through his hat, and at first I took him to be one who had been shipwrecked like myself. I went toward him and saluted him, but he only slightly bowed his head. I asked him what he saw in that silver pool; but instead of answering me he made a sign for me to take him upon my back and carry him over the na- tional convention. I believed him really to stand in need of my assistance, took him upoa my back, and having carried him over into notoriety bade him get down, and for that end stooped, that he might get off with ease; but instead of doing so (which I laugh at every time I think of it) the old man, who to me appeared quite decrepit, threw his legs nimbly about my neck. He sat astride upon my shoulders, and held my throat so tightly that I’ thought he would have strangled me, and I fainted away. Notwithstanding my fainting, the ill- natured old fellow still kept. his seat upon my neck. When I had re- covered my breath, as the presidential campaign of 1900 was approaching. he thrust one of his feet against my side and struck me so rudely with the other that he forced me to rise up against my will. Having arisen, he made me carry him under the trees of prosperity and forced me now and then to stop, that he might gather and eat fruit. He never left his seat all wee and when I lay down to rest at night he himself lay down with me, holding still fast about my neck. Every morn- ing he pinched me to make me awake, and afterward obliged me to get up a walk, and spurred me with his feet. One day I found several gold cal- abashes that had fallen from the Re- publican tree. I took a large one, pressed into it some juice of grapes. and put it by in a convenient place. Going thither again some days after. I tasted it, and found the wine so good that it gave me new vigor, and so ex- hilarated my spirits that I began to sing and dance as I carried my burden. The old man, perceiving the effect which this had upon me, and that I carried him with more ease than be- fore, made me a sign to give him some of it. [handed him the gold calabash, and the liquor pleasing his palate, be drank it off. There being a consider- able quantity of it, he soon began to sing and make more speeches, and to wabble about from side to side in his seat upon my shoulders, and by de- grees to loosen his legs from about me. Finding that he did not press me as before, I threw him upon the ground, where he lay without motion, I then took up a great Jeffersonian stone and slew him, I was extremely glad to be thus freed forever from this troublesome fellow.—Jupce’s revised version of the “ Arabian Nights.” COPYRIONT 1901 BY JUDGE COMPANY OF NEW YORK. FEBRUARY 2 1901 1901 ev Juvae Conny, PRICE 10 CENTS Tere Reomtente As A Tease Manx ‘Sackett Withelens Litho & Prg Co Rew York. THE STORY OF SINDBAD, THE DEMOCRAT. comicbooks.com