Judge — February 15, 1902 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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These should be addressed to Music Editor, 110 Fifth Ave., New York No music submitted will be returned. The New York Central has just issued a richly illustrated pamphlet entitled America's Winter Resorts, which is No. 5 of the “ Four-Track Series.” the pictures, which give a good idea of these winter resorts, there are a number of tourist maps which are well worth framing, to hang on the wall for ready reference. These maps cover Mexico, Central America, North and South America, the West India Islands. the United States and New Jersey. There is also an entircly new map of the Pa- cific Ocean, from 51° north latitude to 43° south latitude, and from the west coast of the United States to the coast of India and China, including Japan, the Philippines, the East India Islands, the Hawaiian Islands, Australia, New Zealand, &c., &c. 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Daniels, Grand Central Station, who will send you a copy of this Four- Track pamphlet, whose spirit of sun- shine and salubrity will lift. you into a sphere of loveliness and beauty. BEST FOR THE Liver will be, Keep yo open; and be well, Force, tu the shape of aig or pill poleon, is dangerous. 7 weal ‘of Keeping EM LIKE CANDY Potent, Taste Good. feaken or Gripe: 10, 25 and W cents per bor. for free sample, and book- | Jeton health. Address CS Sterting Remedy Company, Chicago or New York. KEEP YOUR BLOOD CLEAN ‘You will get more prompt attention and better service by mentioning JupcR when answering advertisements. Ear "1 Pali THE KEYSTONE OFA COCKTAIL 18 (TS. BITTERS, It’s your fault if your Cocktail is bad— Ask the mixerto use WHITE’S ANGOSTURA BITTERS MADE IN CURACGOA “THE BLACK TIGER.” ‘A vault of wealth discovered at" gravs roots Here is a rare chance to sce a lew dollars ge several thousand. First allotment of teeas in“ THE BLACK TIGER COPPER MINING CO.” of Wy coming, offered at only T cents per share. Chances are good that ic will advance in value as rapidly as ETHE HELL TELEPHONE” stock. Bootle FREE. Write at once to THE FEDERAL SECURITY CO., 277 CHICAGO, ILL. Reference by permis. sion, W.C. Henry, * President Copper State Bank,” Encampment, Wyoming. | Besides | DIOGENES was the greatest grafter in Corinth and he knew it, but Alexander, the king, and his side- | partners did not. Diogenes knew that it was the mysterious that always made a hit and he played the game without a limit. Coming down an alley in the Irish section of the town one Monday afternoon he secured a tub and immediately took it down in the heart of the business section of Corinth, within a block of the First National Bank building, and made it his home. Alexander, who was sure enough king, had it tipped off to him one day that Diogenes was so wise that it was worth an afternoon off to pay a visit to the man in the tub. It was a bit of press-agent work, but Alexander was not next, so he called. “Hello, Diog, how are they ng? up. “Oh,” replied Diogenes, wearily, “in tubs.”” The answer rattled the king, but he would not have acknowledged it for seven dollars. “Do you know who I am?” de- manded Alexander. Diogenes knew, of course, but he had been wised up and so he replied: “T don’t know you from a rabbit, but you swell up as if you were super- intendent of one of the street clean- ing districts.” The king's face flushed and the four members of his staff and the twenty- eight pikers who wanted to get on, expected to see trouble. Diogenes smiled to himself and turned over in his tub. “Iam Alexander the Great!" cried the king. “T don't care if you are Claude th Scavenger or Clarence the Clam, cried Diogenes, hotly, ‘step to one side and let the sun shine on a real man. You needn't to think you can stand there and soak up all the heat imply because you've got on a good suit of clothes.” Alexander did a sidestep and for a few seconds Diogenes feared that he had gone too far, for the king wa plainly warm behind the ears and was itching to take a poke at the tub dweller. “What do you think of me?" asked Alexander, presently. He knew that it wasn’t a good thing to say, but it was all he could think of at that particular moment. “You don’t look good to me,’ re- joined Diogenes. ‘*I don’t think that \if you'd jump in the pond in front of the county jail your waves would drown any ducks. I suppose you think that you are ace, high, low, jack and the game, big and little cassino, both fives and cards, because you've got the labor party tied with a string, but you couldn't get my vote if you | were up for coroner.” | Alexander was all broken up by this but he only shifted his weight |from his left to his right leg, and Di- com: ked Alexander, as he came | TO BRIDGET. H, Bridget, Bridget, if you'll only stay And never, never, never go away, But of my houschold be the autocrat, T'll don policeman garb from shoe to hat, And while I sparkle, coruscate and shine, I'll gladly be your ownest valentine. ALEXANDER SEES DIOGENES. By Raymond A. Eaton, ogenes softly whistled the latest rag time tune. “What do you want me to d you?" asked Alexander. sive me the pass-on when you come along this way again,” answered Diogenes, promptly. “Do you know what I've a notion to do for you?” exclaimed the king. who did not like to be joshed. Xo," declared Diogenes, sitting up in his tub, “but I know what I'l] do to you if you don’t get out oi my sunlight, and that is this: I'll fill your stomach full of teeth! Where's all the police? Why don't the copper on this beat come along and run in this bunch for blocking the sidewalk “Tam the king!" cried Alexander, drawing himself up. Diogenes laughed and stretched his legs out before him and then he sat up and cried: “So you are the king, eh? I didn’t know there was a comic opera com- pany in town. It’s funny the police let you chase around in those clothes, or are you just going to rehearsal?" Alexander turned to one of the fel- lows near him and whispereed and the fellow came over to Diogenes and said “On the level, Diog, this is the king. This is the whole works and I'm not stringing you. He's IT for fair.” “Stop your kidding an old man," replied Diogenes, and added: “I sup- pose you fellows think you're having a lotof fun standing there like a bunch of Reubens from up the State at the circus piking me off, but it’s becom- ing monotonous, so chase yourselves —chase yourselves. Diogenes closed his eyes and made a bluff at going to sleep. “T'll bump you off your nerve perch if you get too gay!" exclaimed Ale ander, no longer enabled to restrain his anger. “Roll your hoop, roll your hoop,” answered Diogenes. Alexander kicked the man in the tub in the ribs and that individual at once sprang up and glared at the king “Say, you big dub, you do that again and I'll have you pinched ; don't go to using me as a football,” ex- claimed Diogenes. “I suppose you think because you can be a millionaire for three hours every night as a king in bum opera you can go through the streets joshing men and kicking them in the ribs, but you're up against the real thing when you go up against me. With that Diogenes turned over and proceeded to go to sleep. Alexander looked at him for a second and walked away, with Diogenes wate out of the corner of his eye. “T guess I'm poor!” said Diogenes to himself. “That little stunt I did with the lantern looking for an honest man looks like a sixty-cent bet at Mon- te Carlo compared with this stall. I've sure got his nobs buffaloed. I'l! be the talk of Corinth to-morro' Then Diogenes turned over went to sleep sure enough. for and comicbooks.com