Life — June 21, 1894 — page 13: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

“Now, WHEN IGIVE DE comMAND *COVER’ YoU IS TO DAT YOU IS TERECKLY BEHIN’ ME.” Now ‘ Cover’.” “Goop Lawn, CHILE. You's cov- D SURE NUFF, BUT DAT AIN'T TACTICS.” trouble. The success of a man like you makes so many other would-be Crokers that you are one of the worst foes known to our Republican institutions. We con- sider Aaron Burr, with all his plotting and planning to overthrow the United States Government, a sucking-babe compared with you. A foe of his kind is easily dealt with. An example like yours saps the honesty and patriotism of too many people who without it might be honest and patriotic.” “In the words of a philosopher well remembered in New York politics, ‘ What are you going to do about it?'" ‘LIFE: 407 * Asusual. Fret and fume for a little while, possibly punish ‘one or two poor subordinate devils who are not so clever as you are, and then go ahead and close our eyes while some new abstracter, doubtless a politician of the Irish Catholic school, enriches himself at our expense and sets the example for other abstracters to follow.” “Well, LIFE, ta-ta! Iam now going to enjoy myself fora few months, until your indignation blows over, Then I will return to enjoy my palace, my race-horses, my stock-farm, my other possessions and my offwm cum dig.” . “Don’t be too sure of that, Mr. Croker, It might be that you would be met on your return by a number of indictments, waiting to make you welcome.” J. SoM. FRYING PAN TO FIRE. ILLSON: You certainly do not consider the number thirteen unlucky! The thirteen original states successfully escaped the rule of England. BILLson: Yes, and now those unlucky thirteen states are ruled by Ireland. AY GREEN (back from the city): have my doubts about them city dudes, J Mrs. GREE! How so, Jay? Jay: Why, they say that they can understand each other, but darned if J believe it. TSS TN “Say, HERE MR. GOLDSTEIN, I ONLY BOUGHT THIS COAT OF YOU YESTERDAY, AND A LITTLE RAIN MAKES IT SHRINK LIKE THIS,” Mr, Goldstein: MINt FRIENT! Was IT A RAINCOAT YOU WANTED ? AT HALLUF PRI.é. 1 SELL You ONE