The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1903-04-22
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out for some kind of horrible enter
tainment or profitable freak with which
to wheedle the cool cash out of the
people. Every time Congress or State
Legislatures meet their greedy hands
go out for Legislative favors, and some
times the laws become so tangled up
and complicated that the Supreme
Court is appealed to and asked to nm
tangle the mess of mismanagement.
Something over two weeks ago II
gang of city street men were at work
on South Main street, cleaning the
cutters. This refuge was thrown in
heaps i'll the street, to be hauled away,
and the most of it was, but owing to
some mismanagement three of these
heaps were left in front of the Mann
paper mill. The street Is very narrow
when no instructions interfere with
traffic, and this is neither an ornament
or n necessity and should be removed
at once.
We oftimes wonder how many
hotels there are in this town who never
sold a drink on Sunday. Now, we
don t propose to champion the hotel or
saloon keepers. Nevertheless we don /
like to see our license court turn man
down for something that is praeticed
Nv ~, H. = a
others who are in the same business.
We also wish to say TINT the licensing
of the BelIemont House gave our citi-
zena no little concern. But right here
We can look for nm Improvement which
will astonish some of our leading eiti-
zens.
Two men were busy claiming South
Main street last Friday in the interest
OF our new trolley system. This pro-
posed trolley line will connect Trenton
with Lamhertvile and the project will
soon he under Roadway. Our city
council will decide upon their fran
chise at their next monthly meeting,
which will take place May 4th. We
can hardly look for any opposition
through our council. OF course, these
gentlemen know the value of such n
franchise and even so-much- needed
trolley company cannot expect too
many privileges, and certain rules and
Inf tnnu Ya1iui j,p tlH II a1Inaa1
to.
The editor of the Wage Worker
tells us we must not look for the name
of Grover at the head of the editorial
column of his paper. Well, now, we
presume this settles il as far MS the
Wage-W Worker is concerned aud ''Jac-
key will still stick to W. j. Bryan
and his Ii. to-1. We like to give every
one his Just dues and we still insist
that Cleveland was the best Demo
cratic President we ever had since
term. Those good old
Democratic times never did exist.
So, now, Mr.. Kearns, give us your
views on bimetalism.
AT all ages of the world and in
every known corner of the globe, you
will find some big human skin full OF
masculine vanity, with bunch OF
coarse hair on top of il and n pair OF
big feet under it, posing as something
n whole lot greater than the balance OF
his neighbors. No one knows exactly
what his greatness is composed of, or
where he got it, but the rest of the
masculine skins full of ignor-
ance and vanity and pork and cabbage
sort of bow down to him and Worship
at his feet and then go home and ex-
pect the same reverence and homage
from their wife and hired girl, the
chore boy and the cream colored cat.
lie was II dilipidated specimen OF
gone tossed humanity, but | could
see through the holes in his trousers
that God made him. That was enough
to arouse my sympathies. | always
look n man over carefully, and if ! find
him to he piece Of Gods handiwork
take few minutes off from the mad
rush after the mighty dollar to listen
to his story. Then he said, -" When ]
laid down on yonr door step last night
and drifted off into upholstered slum-
Der, | had nothing credited to me in
this broad earth but piece of hard
tobacco and hungry hole in my soul
big enough to kick a pumpkin in. |
woke up few minutes ago like CAPT
talist, for while slumbered and dream
ed of playing golden harp at family
reunion in heaven my system accumu
lated little more hunger, little more
in my legs and little
more hopelessness in my world batter
ed soul. SO you see, my balditude
neighbour, he went on, Z" the miseries
Of hobo like the interest on mort
gage, accumulates while we sleep,
though we came back from the world
of happy dreams as destitute of wealth
as the soul of a millionaire that squee-
yes into heaven through n worm hole
in the fence. ABE.
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