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VOL.40 NO.1009 FEBRUARY 16 1901 PRICE 10 CENTS e AT THE Post Ormuce AY Mew Tors as Secoms Case Marren Corvaent AM 1901 ev Jusce Commury, TiTse Reorsrenre As A Tease Mann THE STORY OF THE DEMO- CRATIC FISHERMAN, ‘There wasa poor fisherman named Democracy, who seemed to have noth- ing but bad luck every time he cast his presidential nets. Once be thought from their weight that he was pulliog in an excellent draught of sh; in- stead of which it proved to be only the carcass of an ass. Another haul brought him a large panier filled with sand and mud ; still another a quantity of stones, shells and filth. Finally, one morning, after having ‘prayed for a change of luck, he threw his nets and dragged in what proved to be heavy vase of silver, sealed up fastened with lead. ** I'll sell th the teesterne mine-otoners, e with joy, “and then I cag feast ani pe yf First, however, WC opened the vase, and was surpged to find noth. ing in it ; but whefe he was attentively observing it tWere issued from it so thick a smoke that he was obliged to step back a few paces, This smoke by degrees rose almost to the clouds and spread itself over both the water and the shore, appearing like a thick fog. When tie smoke had all come out from the vase it again collected itself and became a solid body, and then took the shape of a genie of a gigantic size ~The genie, looking at the fisher- man, exclaimed, "I'm Pepulism—see? Humble thyself before me, or I will Kill thee.” “And for what reason, pray, will you Kill me?” asked the fish: erman, "Have you already forgot ten that I have set you at liberty?" Can't help it," returned Pop. "Thy finish is near, and I will grant thee only one favor.” ‘And pray what is that?” said the fisherman, “*It is,” replied the genie, **to permit thee to choose the manner of thy death, Hur- ry up and tell me:how you wish to die.” Necessity is the mother of inven- tion, and the fisherman thought of stratagem, ‘Since, then, T cannot escape death,” said he, "1 conjure you to tell me if you really were in that atvver vase? It cannot contain one of your feet; how, then, can it have held your whole body?" ‘* Easily enough,” replied the Pepulist genie, who cculdn’t stand being questioned. Geton to this!" ‘And immediately the form of the genie began to change into smoke, and extended itself, as before, over shore and sea; and then, collecting itself, returned into the vase, till nothing re: mained without. ‘The fisherman im. mediately took the leaden cover and put it on the vase. “There, Pop/*he cried ; “I guess the laugh ison you now. You are bot- ted up for keeps this time. Back go into the sea again, And I intend to put up a red flag here, warning all political fishermen against throwing their nets in this vicinity, so as'not to fish up such an evil Acedoo as thou art, —Juvee's new version of the *Ara- bian Nights.” COPYAIGMT 1901 BY JUDGE COMPANY OF NEW YORK. Sackett 8 Widen tho & Pig Co Rework FISHERMAN’'S LUCK. A STORY FROM THE “ARABIAN NIGHTS.” comicbooks.com