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VOL. VI. SEPTEMBER 24TH, 1885. NO. 143. 1155 Broapway, New York. Published every Thursday, $5 a year in advance, postage free. Single copies, 10 cents. Back numbers can be had by applying to this office. Vol. I., 50 cents per number ; Vol. II., 25 cents per number; Vols. III., IV, and V. at regular rates. Rejected contributions will be destroyed unless accompanied by a stamped and directed envelope. HE political season will shortly open, and the voters of the land will once more find themselves torn by the dissensions of party and hoodwinked by the tomfoolery of candidates. On Thursday of this week the Solons of the Democratic party meet together to nominate somebody—we say some- body with qualifications, for it is not impossible that this Somebody will turn out to be Nobody—for the Governor- ship. Following close in their lead are the Solomons of the Re- publican party, who hope to retrieve their fallen fortunes by wresting the State control from their rivals. It is highly probable that the offensive partisan will bloom in ripe abundance in both conventions, and it is not unlikely that he will gnanage to come in somewhere for a nomina- tion. . * . OLITICAL strife is a perennial affliction that we can- not hope to escape, but, plague as it is, it has its ad- vantages. It concentrates in one martyred spot the poli- ticians from all parts of the State, and thus necessarily gives the other parts of the State a delicious sense of something missing, which it is a pleasure to miss. We venture to assert that the police in the City of New York will find themselves in that long looked for haven of sinecurism, while the two conventions are in session at Sara- toga, and the residents whose paths lead them in places where they would rather not be, will find a foretaste of the millenium in the absence of the ward heeler. . . . ONCERNING the nominees on either side Lire has very little to say. With the two leading Democratic candidates, Governor Hill and Mr. Flower, the one to be quoted algebraically as minus and the other as zero, the out- look from a Democratic point of view is not encouraging. On the other side the fact that every prominent Republi- can, who is not a United States Senator, wants to be one, if we except perhaps gentlemen whose proficiency lies in their ability to teach dancing or pull wires, causes the Governor- ship to go a begging among them. We can only pray that some unseen power may interpose its kindly aid to protect a long suffering public from the on- slaughts of nincompoopery which have characterized State and city politics for several years. * . . VERYONE will feel a certain regret that the Genesta failed to carry off at least one trial in her contest with the Puritan. The manly bearing of Sir Richard Sutton has gained for him the good will of every American sportsman, and we feel that we but voice the wish of the great majority when we express the hope that before Sir Richard leaves our shores he may win for himself and his yacht some more tangible memento of his visit'than the consciousness of many new friends made. » . . R. JACOB SHARPE, not content with gobbling up Broadway, and failing to keep his promises in regard to the laying of the tracks thereon, has now turned his rapa- cious eye upon Fifth avenue. Is any spot on this earth too sacred for Mr. Sharpe to seize upon with a view to gridironing it with railroad tracks? Perhaps Mr. Sharpe would like to run a cable road through the nave of St. Patrick’s Cathedral? Ah, no. There Mr. Sharpe will stop. It would hardly do to ask an Irish Board of Aldermen for any such privilege as that, even though Mr. Sharpe should raise their market value to a thousand or two more than he has found necessary on previous occasions. And yet this attempted seizure is not without its ludicrous side. It brings the New York Wor/d in the ranks of the objec- tors alongside of the Vanderbilts, the Goulds and other families, on whom to retain its vaunted influence with the workingman the great Democratic organ has heretofore waged a merciless and ill considered warfare. What a combination, Pulitzer, Vanderbilt and Gould ! The World, the flesh and the other fellow ! . . * OOR Jumbo has been cut down in the flower of his youth by a merciless engine and is probably now in the promised jungle where all good elephants go. But what a time old Charon, the manager of the Styx Ferry Co. (Limited), must be having if the mammoth retains all of his old-time prejudices against yachting ! comicbooks.com