Life — March 22, 1894 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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LIFE While there's Life there's Hope.” VOL, XXIII. MARCH 22, 1894. No. 586. 28 West Twenty-THIRD -THinp STREET, New York. Published every Thursday. $s. §s.coa year in advance, Postage to foreign countries in the Postal Union, $ioy a year, extra. Single copies, 10 cents, Reyected contributions will be destroyed unless accompanied by a stamped and directed envelope. } A T a recent meeting of the Ancient VE Order of Hibernians in Brooklyn, the | following preamble and_ resolutions were unanimously adopted : Whereas, A delegation from the A. O. H. of Kings County and the Irish societies waited on his Honor the Mayor to ask him in the name of 10,000 Irish-American citizens to fly the green flag beneath the Stars and Stripes on the City Hall on the 17th of March, St. Patrick’s Day; and Whereas, This request, which was never refused by any previous Mayor of the city of Brooklyn, was very unceremoniously re- 7 fused by the present one (Mayor Schieren), which we regard as a direct insult to every Irishman in this city; be it therefore Resolved, That we, the Irish-American citizens comprising these Irish organizations, offer our protest against ihis cruel and unpatriotic insult, and that we shall consider it a point of good future duty to our people to resent the insult in every manner not in conflict with man- hood, justice and honor. On behalf of the Irish organizations, we are, MyLes F. MCPARTLAND, President. JAMES O'DONNELL, Secretary. . ye SN’T it about time that a stop was put to these “cruel and unpatriotic in- # sults” to our Irish fellow-citizens? w They are modest and unassuming, the small percentage of their con- tribution to the criminal classes is well-known, their willingness to serve their country in public office Cas A has been frequently demonstrated and that any publie officer should stand in the way of their flying the green flag over every public building in the United States, not only on St. Patrick’s Day, but on every day in the year, is a “cruel” insult un- paralleled in the history of the whole human race. More than this, we cannot conceive howa man of Mayor Schieren’s intelligence could inflict such an “ unpatriotic” insult on our Irish fellow-citizens as to imply that the Star Spangled Banner ought to be a good enough flag for every American citizen, We think our Irish friends do quite right in threat- ening this presumptuous office-holder with a good old Irish boycott. If the people of Brooklyn ever confer another honor on this audacious American they deserve to have every Irishman leave Brooklyn and come over to New York, where Irishmen have at least some rights that Americans are bound to respect. . . * M's might be said of the attempts at tariff legisla- tion which at present engage the attention of our countrymen, but the subject is too painful to be dwelt upon by a journal which makes cheerfulness an aim, It is still doubtful whether a new bill will get through Congress, and whether the President will sign it if it does. The quality of the law of the Medes and Persians that is much dwelt upon in Scripture is that it altered not. How admirable a quality that was was never appreciated in this country as it is to-day. The cry of the people is for a tariff “that altereth not,” or at least not often, but the prospect of getting one that is entirely fit to keep has seldom seemed less inspiriting. We shall not get one that is just right, but we may reason- ably hope to get one that is better than McKinley’s. We shall not get it by Easter, but perhaps it will be ready before the Fourth of July. Let us keep our courage up. We may be happy yet, even though we are poor. * * . REAT popularity could be predicted for a picture of Mr. Gladstone and Lord Rosebery taken together, as the Old Year and the New. What a fine contrast they make, and what a fine creature the 4 new premier is. Gladstone is a prodigy, as Disraeli was a prodigy (of another species), but Rosebery, like Salisbury, is a typical English patrician, Good luck to this young earl, with his boyish face, and his long, long purse, and his round head and democratic heart. Happy the country that sees such men as he push pleasure aside and bow their sturdy young shoulders to the burdens of the State. , . . I" has been divulged in New York that the mud crust on which Chicago is built is not thick enough to support such structures as her architects impose upon it. The tower of the Chicago Board of Trade is sinking so fast that it has been determined to take it down and save the pieces. The Post Office is tumbling, too, and there is uneasiness enough in several of the very tallest buildings to warrant the surmise that twelve or fifteen stories is high enough for Chicago. That is just Chicago's luck. When other towns are getting ready to limit the height of buildings by law, nature steps in and does it all for Chicago without a word or a dollar to an alderman. comicbooks.com