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VOL. X. NOVEMBER 24, 1887. No. 256. 28 West TWENTY-THIRD STREET, NEW York. Published every Thursday, $5.00 a year in advance, postage free. Single copies, 10 cents. Back numbers can be had by applying to this office.” Vol. I., $1.50 per number; Vol. II., 25 cents per number; Vols. IIL, IV., V., VI., VIL, VIII, and IX. at regular rates. Rejected contributions will be destroyed unless accompanied by a stamped and directed envelope. Te only fun connected with the execution of the Anarchists was furnished by the Evening World, which committed a sort of journalistic homicide by announc- ing the end of the tragedy some two hours before it hap- pened. When our infant contemporary is older it will doubtless learn that previousness is almost as undesirable in journalism as subsequency. Meanwhile it is an affecting sight to see the other venerated evening contemporaries hold up their hands in righteous reproach of the villainy of Mr. Pulitzer’s young men. They all feel, with Josh Billings, that they had rater know less than know so much that wasn’t true at the time. OR the rest the Anarchists ended in general gloom. No one was sorry to see them hanged, except Mr. Train and Mr. Howells, who insisted to the last that the murderers ought not to be executed, and we understand that the former gentleman is going to shake this country’s dust out of his shoes and finish his earthly pilgrimage across the dark river that flows between us and Maloney. OOD-BYE, Mr. Train, Would to heaven that you could take your sparrows with you! S for Chicago's wonderful red funeral of November 13th, let us hope that all who saw it will remember it to their dying day. And may it disabuse all their minds of the notion that there is no particular harm in plotting murder. I y ERYBODY must be sorry for the Crown Prince of Germany. The poor man has not only had his death sentence, but he is a bone of contention among rival doctors of different nationalities, who differ with a boisterous ani- . . . mosity about the treatment of his throat. If his son, the young Prince William, has about him the materials of which rulers are made, he cannot show it more fitly than in regulating his father’s physicians. He is not likely soon to have a task that will require more firmness and better judgment E are doing a vast deal in these days for our British cousins. We sent them our Buffalo Bill, and for months he has delighted all sizes and conditions of them, and might, apparently, continue to delight them for years to come at great profit. Just as Bill pulls up his stakes, along comes John Sullivan from Boston, and consoles the British- ers to that degree that the Wild West's departure is hardly noticed, . . . T has taken us some time to ascertain the requirements of British taste, but now that we know what they like over there, there will be no further trouble about giving satisfac- tion. “John can stay, Mr. Bull, as long as you want him, and when he has finished, we will let William go back. Meanwhile, Henry and Ellen seem to be about our size, and we are obliged to you for the loan of them. Don't let John get his mauleys on to you in anger, Mr. Bull, dear. 'E hisn’t as haffable as Bill; more particular, when in liquor!" . . . IFE notes with interest the prospect that the Rev. Leonard Woolsey Bacon will begin life afresh on the first of December. For very nearly a year Mr. Bacon has been ministering to the spiritual necessities of a congregation of Independent Presbyterians, in Savannah, Georgia, who called him from Connecticut to make a trial of their pulpit. From the first of December until the third of July his minis- trations in Savannah were popular, but on the latter date, stirred by patriotic associations, the New England in him fermented and some of it ran over. Since that time Mr. Bacon has been the nucleus of as lively a church fight as he has ever enjoyed. It lately resulted in a vote, by which a reasonable majority of his congregation expressed their con- viction that they had better have a new Independent Presby- terian shepherd after the first of December. Whether the minority, which supports Mr. Bacon, will secede and build a church for him remains to be seen. His backers are as ardent as his opponents. For our part, it seems to this journal that the ministry is not the proper field for Dr. Bacon. No man of his ability and of his extraordinary talent for polemics should hesitate to move at once to this city and engage in journalism. Whether he took service with Br'er Ananias, Br'er Bilk, Br'er Judas or Br'er Flip-flop, he would find instant opportunity to make his mark on some one, and remuneration proportionate to the conspicuousness of the mark made. Without doubt, the newspaper business is the business for Dr. Bacon, and he should pursue it here. comicbooks.com