You get your wife and children shot!
(Here it might happen, like us not,)
You'll make your mind up on the spot.
"Humanity" 's played out for _you!_
You've got some active work to do;
No doubt you'll see it well put through.
Until you've settled that small bill,
(As honorable debtors will,)
We fancy you will not keep still.
You will admit the tender plea
Of "broken faith;" but when you see
Your Red Skin, you won't let him be!
Just so with us. We don't go back
Of _our_ affair! We were not slack
In justice to this Devil's pack!
They settle with the wrong concern;
And as they never, _never'll_ learn,
We shoot 'em, and don't care a _dern!_
* * * * *
[Illustration: EDITORIAL WASHING-DAY IN NEW-YORK.]
EDITORIAL WASHING-DAY.
Observe PUNCHINELLO'S Cartoon, in which you shall behold the editorial
laundresses of New-York city having a washy time of it all around. There
is a, shriek of objurgation in the air, and a flutter of soiled linen on
the breeze. Granny MARBLE, to the extreme left of the picture, clenches
her fists over the pungent suds, and looks fight at Granny JONES, of the
_Times_. The beaming phiz of Granny GREELEY looms up between the two,
like the sun in a fog.
Pages:
30
31
32
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52
53
54