The Evening critic. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1881-1885, 1884-11-20
THE EAGLE SCREAMS,
How Our Esteemed Western Con-
tempOraries Celebrated the Recsp-

How Our Esteemed Western Con-
tempornries Celebrated the Recep-
lion Of Election News.
The following headlines have been ohearod
by tho Chicago Times from the pages OF it5
wild western contemporaries:
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pants-This May Seem Irrelevant, But IL
Mnt-Thls Is No Vulgar Alluslon 70 trousers
But Refers to the Respiratory Upheayal5-
or This Excited Land OF n sovereign People
Cruel Suspense OF tho Delirous Populace-
paraiytic intensity Of Popular Ecstacy-Oy-
You SEQ II and Now You Dont-Wltn Cioeing
inclination Towards "Don't'-Last Bulletins
Indicate That Now York Is Lost-But tho Star
of Hope Bids Us walt-Tlll Keen-Eyed Honesty
See Those Notes.-The Mutual Cry OF Fraud
and oheat-Provos That the Returns May Be
Crooked-A Day OF Tremendous Excitement
Eycrywhere-Ail Parties Issue Manifestoes
Claiming Nictory-Oh, Stop the Row or Road
the Riot Actl-Thls Should BE tho Prayer Of
the Exultant Victor, and Resigned (O Van.
qulshod, and Every sore-Eyed Patriot.
New Albany Und) Ledger.
Cleveland And Hendrlcks-Now Is tho wln-
ter OF our Discontent-Mado Glorious summer
by the Sons OF New York-And All the Clouds
that Lowered Upon Democracy, In the Doep
Bosom OF New York aud Indiana Buried.
Bloomington (Ill.) Bulletin.
Glory for Grover-The Truth is Mighty and
Must Provail-Our Anchor to tho Windward's
Cast, Our Days OF Grief Forever passed-rhe
Melancholy Days are ore, We've Anchored on
the Golden shore-our Ship OF state is Taut
and Trim, We've Sailed Away from lingo Jim
The Days Of Fraud Arc Now All over, Our
Country's In the Hands OF Grover-New York,
Now Jersey, and the Rest, Are Democratic, and
the Best is that Our Cleveland, Spite OF Fears,
Will BE Our Ruler Next Four Years-Reioice
| nnd Be Exceeding Glad, tho Good Hath Tri-
umphed Ger the Bad-Yes, We Have "rurned
tho Rascals out" Now is the Tlmo TO Dance
and Shout
Evansville Und.) Courier.
Glad TidiDgs OF Great JOY and Goodwin
Heralded TO the Democrats OF America-Clove-
land and Hendricks-Purlty and Reform In
Polltlcs-The Day OF Jubilee Has Come-Send
This TO All Honest Men-The Rulo OF Corrup.
tlon and Fraud Has Ceased In the Fair Land
OF America-An Honest Executive VIII Rulo
Henceforth-The Fog Has Lifted and the Sun
shinee-lts Rays Rankle In Republican Hearts
And Their Heads ore Sore on This Bright
November Morn-New York Done with Repub-
| lican Misrule-Truth Triumphant and Forgery
| TO the Rear-Justice After Many Years in Free
America-Many Northern States and n South.
| ern phalanx-This For Free Men and True
| Democrats-This Rooster Stlrs Early u Tell
| You OF the-Great Victory Won by Honest
| How TO Grow When Right--A Death Warrant to
| All Dung Hills-Wo Arc In Our Native Barn
yard, and-witpout daffs. Prevail.
La Fayette (Ind) Journal
We Are Gone-oh, Me, where's My Pa2-
Conc to the White House, He, Ha, HALT Was
a Very Cold Day for Us, Anyhow-New Yorl
Gees Hell.Bent Against the Grand Old Party
But We VIII DO Better Four Years Hence
There VIII Do o Scattering of Postmasters-
Here Is the Change for Those Who Wanted 1t
You Have II, Now What Will You Do With 1T
All the Returns Are In, and 1t Is Otherwise
There 1s No Balm In Gilead for the Van
quIshed-At Least, We Have Nothing TO Grow
Over-A Mob Tries a Hand In the City OF In
| MISUNDERSTANDING the Town q Deep Rod Ii
| New York-The National Question Is Still Un
decided To-day Will Tell What the Cas-
VIII Be.
The Buffalo Courier perpetratsd the follow
ingi eye Plucked Knight withdraweth Int,
the Ruins OF his Reputation and Lamenteth ai
follows: on, Give me Grave by tho Sound
ing Sea, and About Throo Fingers OF Gin, I've
Cooked the Goose of the G.. o. p. and want L
be Tumbled In. My Plume 10 Draggled, My
Lance is Smashed, and am a Sight to See;
My Barrel 10 Emply, in Fact am Dashed, II
Recognize James q. u. Dies ire, dies illie,
am Knocked 30 Condemned Silly, that I'm Fly
ing Willy-nilly, in Disgraceful Deshabille
Through an Atmosphere Quite Chilly, From
Charybdis unto Scylla. The Journeys up
I've Straddled Nightmares Nine, but Neei
We're Poor Knights Trousers Split Like Nine.