The native American. [volume] (Washington City [i.e. Washington, D.C.]) 1837-1840, 1839-04-20

lnspector-Y our name!
Voter-Johnny Newcombe.
.Challenger-I challenge him.
Voer-Why!
| Challenger-Because read book about John
ny Newcombe and his travels about three years
since, and it said nothing about his coming to
America; so if you are Johnny Newcombe. you
must have come since; besides, you don't answer
the description given of him.
| Voter Must | swear!
| Challenger: I'm ID if you mustn't.
tie was sworn.
lnspector-Put down Johnny Newcombe, the
whole!
Challenger-No, not the whole, for one of his
legs has been cut off, and he is only part of vo-
ter.
A little dirty, drunken rowdy, laughing char
acter, staggered up TO the poll, and hiccupped out
Here am-Charley on the spot
Inspector: Your name'
Voter: Charley on the spot.
Inspector: Charles what!
Voter: Not Charles what Charley on the spot.
Cha.-His name is Charles Morange.
Voter: You've got it, hold it light.
ln.-llis father is highly respectable man,
and owns house in Maiden lane, where Bailly
and Ward live
Voter: You're right my flower; my fathers re-
spectacle. and I'm disrespectable; there's the diff
ference between my father and me. Varetys
the spice of life that gives it all its flavor.
ln.-Charles, you're not sober!
Voter Who said | was! | wouldn't give
three skips Of -- for a man that was always
sober.
Inspector: It's much better to be sober than to
be drunk.
Voter How the devil did You know the differ
ence unless you tried both ways?
Inspector: We can't take your vote, Charles.
Voter: Why not?
Inspector: Because you're not sober.
Voter: Then III tell you what you can do.
In.-What
Voter: Go to h-ll, and tell 'em to get supper
ready for ME, and bed and breakfast next morn
ing, for III vote there next election.
Third Uard The polling at this ward to-day
increased so votes over those of the second day
last spring but the total vote is not so great The
voting inside is conducted with order and harmo-
ny; outside the polls party spirit RACES very high
and very violent Caricatures are stuck up by
both parties, .appealing to the Irish. One is Gov.
Marcy delivering the Bambels to the British Con-
sui; the other represents Aaron Clark in the act
of driving emigrants from the shore who are in
a dying state. A voter came up
Inspector: Your name!
Voter: Neutrality-suspicious. Smith.
Inspector: John Smith has voted before Which
John Smith are you?
Voter: Don't you know me?
Inspector: No.
Voter: Bursting out laughing)-Dear Lord,
man, you Amt fit to receive votes if you don't
know John Smith.
Challenger: Swear him.
Inspector: You do swear that you are citizen
of the United States, Of the age of 81 years; that
yon have resided ..,
Voter: won't do any such thing; I'm 80 years
of age.
Inspectors That's all the same
Voter: No it isn't all the same: 80 is not 81,
and can't swear I'm 81 when I'm not.
Inspector But you are 81.
Voter: No am not 81, and if you were lady
and was to tell you that l was 81 when was
81, you'd say l was telling lie.
Inspector: Well, will you take the oath?
Voter you make it say 81 and upwards.
Inspector: We can't alter the oath.
Voter: Then can'tvote.
Inspector: You split hairs, Mr.. Smith.
Voter: So do you.
Fourth Uard. AS usual the locos were early
at their posts in this ward, fresh as Kittens gay as
larks, and lively as a nest of young crickets.-
The imported and the outsiders, who have been
colonized for the last three days, for the purpose
Of drilling the troops, made their appearance on
the ground pretty early but the skill Of the chal-
lengers enabled them to reject more voters than
at any other polling place that fell under our OBJ
servaton.
A man who was as lean as couple of pine
boards blown together, and with about as much
beauty in his composition, stepped up to vote,
when the following dialogue occurred:
| Inspector: What is your name?
Voter Timothy Fish.
Inspector: Well, where do you live, Timothy?
Voter: SER!
Inspector: Where do you live!
Voter: Why do you wish to know? guess
Inspector No guessing, but answer.
Voter: I'm perfectly willing; but then, you see,
I'm ray'her inclined always to guess. "a loud
laugh among the crowd.)
Inspector Silence, sir, or I'll commit you.
Voter: Oh yes, surtainIy; I'll be as mute as a
dumb flesh.
Inspector Where did you live for the last six
months9
Voter: Why, where | come from, | rayther
guess
| Insnector. We'll uborn tb,t7