The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1889-09-01
JUDGE AND JOKERS.
A Story Of the Foresters' Fun on
Their Western Journey.

Their Western Journey.
Among the Foresters who left this city
q short time ago to attend the convention
of the order at Minneapolis, the hveliest
of the delega, es were Judge John D.
McHale and "Shin Fame" Scanlon. The
first night out they were full of merri-
ment until after eleven O'Clock. when,
tired and worn out, they retired to sleep
the sleep of the just.
The events OF the next hour in that car
are indescribable. The first noise which
awoke the echoes was something which
sounded like COW trying to sing "The
Last Rose of Summer" Heads were shot
out.of all the hunks, and amid many en-
quiries as to the cause of the connection,
the noise was again repeated, and the dis
covery was made that McHale was sing
ing in his sleep-soIee said he was snor-
ing.
A committee on "plan aud scope was
Immediately organized by the rest of the
delegates, and they set to work to make
things pleasant and agreeable. Baker,
the boy delegate from the Hill, who was
sleeping in bunk over McHale, was mys-
teriously jerked out upon the floor, and,
rubbing his eyes, called ''fireW He was
Immediately put out and his head was
dipped in the ice cooler
And McHale still snored.
Delegate Cullen, of Court Hoboken, was
the Judges bedfellow, and being used to
the noise was not in the least disturbed by
it until a bottle of ice water was poured
down his back when he jumped out on
the floor and danced a war-dance in ballet
costume.
And McHale still snored.
THEY TRY THE WATER CURE
At last, in place of the musical note,
the Foresters heard:-"Oh, for the love of
hat 70 hot oil
on the floor prancing like wild man,
and his head was soaking with water and
icicles were hanging from his wintry
locks. No one else was to be seen. The
car was still as death and McHale re-
turned to his SAUNDERS. Again the musi-
cal snore was heard, and the next minute
the Judge was again on the floor calling
murder; Oh, | am drowned; / am killed
entirely" and he was soaking wet from
head to foot and shivering as though it
was an ice water bath. All the car was
aroused and all sympathized with the
Judge, and some tried to convince him
it was nothing but a cold perspiration
caused by horrid dream. He sat up all
the rest of the night.
Next morning he said he felt pretty
we'll, but he looked sleepy. He said that
newly married couple quartercd near
him had kept him awake by an inter
change of endearing terms He and
stand guard while they got forty winks.
GETTING MUGGED.
The Judges troubles did not end there
The Friday before the start for home the
New Jersey delegation had their pictures
taken in q group, and while ascending
the photographers stairs Judge Weed
the Jumbo of the convention, accident
ally stepped on McHale's toes. He
screamed murder, and at that moment
some delegate put plaster hat block on
| McHale's head. He threw it ON the floor,
where it lay in many pieces. The
milliner to whom it belonged demanded
payment from McHale and stood guard
at the stairs until the delegates were
ready to go, when she caught hold of the
Judge and would not let go until Dele
gates Flynn and Mahoney had paid dam
| ages During the balance of the con-
vention he would only associate with the
Rev. NJ. +. Heating, delegate from Court
| General Lafayette, and another pastor
who was delegate from New York.
| On arrival at Minneapolis, Scanlon
wanted the judge to take cold bath with
him, but the Judge wanted warm Turk
ish bath. He was a high toned delegate.
He proposed to spend his money layishly,
and he would have a Turko-Russian bath
After all preliminaries, the Judge finally
got as far as the steam room IAN auto
matte one), and Delegate O'Mealia turned
the steam at full force. The Judge hol-
| Tered fire" and with difficulty was re-
strained from running upstairs to the
hotel ''in his bare pelt, as the expressive
| Westerners call it.
| He was finally calmed, and was taken
under the cold shower, when O'Mealia
turned hose of hot water on him, and
that settled it. The Judge would have no
more of their foreign baths; he would
rather go battle his feet in a babbling
| brook.
On the return home the Judge was care
| full to avoid us much as possible any of
the delegates who had mischief in their
eyes The train stopped at alneal station,
and the Judge was eating soda crackers,
| when Delegate Solomon asked him to
| have o SANDWICH.
| tackled the luscious looking morsel. Alas,
| it was not what it seemed, and as he sun
| his teeth into it, he yelled;--"The Lord
| bless my soul, and threw the sandwich,
| with all his force, at Solomon, who lodged,
| and it hit Delegate Fallahee in the eye.
| Fallahee wanted to punch the Judge, but
| Delegate Faherty interfered, and his high
| hat fell off just in time for Delegate
| Woodbury. to sit on it. Faherty wanted
| him TO leave his measure for coffin i'm
mediately, but bloodshed was averted
When the train rolled into the Erie
| depot the porter of the Pullman car came
through. "All out, he cried
Hold ON a minute" said McHale. and
he pulled some undergarmeGts off an i'm
promptu line he had stretched across the
upper berth. The colored porter wanted
the Judge TO pay for washing his clothing
i'm the car, and the Judge grabbed his
valise In one hand, his shoes in his other
hand aud ran out of the car and depot in
his bare feet and made a hee line for hle
home, breathing anathemas On all practi.
cal iokers. The next time he goes TO a
convention he will charter whole car foI
his own use