The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1871-10-27

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his deserts he would be shut up in
founding asylum during the renal n
der of his unnatural life, and com
PEELED to listen daily to the perpet
ual squalling which may reasonably
be supposed to pertain to an institu
ton Of that kind. If ajury of wo
men had hold of him, that would Ger
tainly be the lightest punishment h
could expect:
THAT BABY AGAIN.
No matter what line you travel
be it the Western Pacific, the Cali.
fornia, or the river steamer, the pub
lie baby is always on board. 1t can
travel on three lines at once
Change your car to rid yourself ol
the p. b., and you may find its du-
plicate in the next, Release your
self at your journeys end from the
inhiction get room at the hotel ;
the public baby occupies the next
apartment.
The mission of the public baby on
coming into the world is to growl.--
The parents of the public baby deem
all this bowling concord of har-
monious sounds. They would not
have a single note wasted. This is
why it is taken to the theatre
to rip and tear into the finest or
chestral strains, or insert screech
into the eliminating moment of the
dying scene.
The public baby seems to have a
full head of ugliness on all the time.
| examined one the other day while
coming up here on the cars. When
we started from Oakland Point, |
felt strange sense of a missing
presence. | wondered at the cause.
At San Antonio the public baby
came on board. | had forgotten
that this little baby never missed a
trip, nor paid cent. Then | felt at
home.
At first, this public baby cried
and howled on general principles
1t hadn't as yet discovered any
special cause of grievance. 1t cried
because it hadn't. It's little hands
were sticky; it rubbed its little face
with sticky hands; the sickness on
its little face was thus amalgamated
with the sickness on its hands, and
vice versa.
Then, when it prepared this mix
ture, it wanted to rub it all over us
who sat near by. 1t clutched at a
ladv's hat or bonnet ribbons (what
do you call them now y on the for
ward seat: it did transfer an irregu-
lar spot of molasses-colored brown
to the bright blue of the broad silk
ribbon the lady turned she look
ed for the moment as if she might
be the sister or wife of Mr.. Herod (;
the parents Withdrew their sticky
offspring; the offspring cried be-
cause it couldn't have that lady to
paw.
They gave it coIored candy. BY
this the little "well-spring of pleas
ure" worked itself still more into an
uneasy lump of saccharine and mu-
ciIaginous nastiness; the place
where the candy went inside OF 1t
soon filled up; it cried because it
couldn't hold any more; it wanted
to 60 to its father-it went-it then
howled to go back TO its mother
He went into the smoking car.
That mother held the public baby
high up; it cried. She held it TOP
side down; then it did cry. a tritie
less: the rush of blood had stopped
! it a little. Unfortunately, the
mother soon discovered this. The
child was saved-saved to howl To-
years.
A HORRIBLE HoLoCAUsT.-ACh Chi
cage correspondent of a Western pa
per says:
The basement of the Chicag
Court house was the county jail
Nearly two hundred and fifty prise
ners were confined therein. 1t
reported, but know not with whs
correctness, that nearly all thes
prisoners were left locked up in the
cells, and that they we're burne
alive. The story is that the jailc
and the turkeys, foreseeing tn
great danger, released some twent
of the prisoners and marched ther
acrosss the river to the police static