. Libro del blu reale . L'amarezza delle differenze politiche è spesso eHminated dal senso di humour.The americano è veloce vedere il lato umoristico di una situazione sconcertante. Il dailypress e i settimanali illustrati hanno in questa direzione con aiuto di un'unica e intelligente illustrazione per rafforzare i teirpoint di ievv.il cartoonista che può eliminare i due MALI ^^!i > %^&^ -VM *mi * B.LAAM BRYAN IL LATO UMORISTA DI UNA CAMPAGNA POLITICA. Di amarezza dal suo Riiirini; Sarcasmo isiVl. A. della sua professione. I disegni allegati sono stati pre-inviati nel Baltimore Sun
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. Book of the Royal blue . The bitterness of political differences isoften eHminated by the sense of humor.The American is quick to see the humor-ous side of a puzzling situation. The dailypress and illustrated weeklies have helpedwonderfully in this line to strengthen theirpoints of ievv by a single clever illustration.The cartoonist who can eliminate the sting THE TWO EVILS ^~^!i > %^&^ -vmS *Mi * B.LAAM BRYAN THE HUMORIST SIDE OF A POLITICAL CAMPAIGN. of bitterness from his riiiirini; sarcasm isiVl. A. of his profession. The accompanying sketches were pre-sented in the Baltimore Sun on July .<and 4 by Mr. .IcKee Barclay of the papersstaff, and portray two situations with unusual cleerness. .Ir. Barclay, in both designand e.xecution, has set the pace for his pro-fession throucrhout the country and theforthcoming campaign may be productiveof much mirth in the friendly .mericanfiirht for political control. THE TWO EVILS No 2. Tft: , *» ^ ^, HTOLF.N ULEiiSINO. thi- Tolce U thf TolcD of Alilrlcli. The Burial of General Braddock Jiiy 14. 1755 By CHARLES L. SHIPLEY It was nio;ht in the forest and nisrht in the camp; And the last rays had vanished of (jods day giving lamp. The torchlights bright flashes on ranks that were rifled, And the hot July air, how it choked and it stifled! We had marched thro the forest many long weary miles And the notes of the bugle still rang thro its aisles. We had challenged the redman in his own native lair, Felt his rifles hot breath as it reddened the air. His war whoops fierce warning rent the great forest wide. And revengeful, his bullet pierced our brave chieftains side. Our army was driven far, far from the fieldAnd our wounded commander to his fate had to yield.We watched over him tenderly thro long hours of pain, Hoped for the best; but our hopes were in vain.And bending over his cot his last message to hearTo give comfort to hearts which he held most dear:We shall know b
