pel her to go out and work and-let
them run the streets to be later
taken care of in the .criminal,
courts.' f ,
Dr. Croake is theonly woman
candidate on either ihVProgress
ive, Republican or Democratic
tickets, and her campaign is an
eye-opener to the politicians.
Every night she is the center of
a parlor meeting in the district
with men and women present.
A BUNCH OF JABS
Don't let any political boss put
a ring in your nose on election
day. Own yourself. Do your
own thinking and your own vot
ing. The bosses won't give you
a. pleasant look after next Tues
da The more we read about pol
itics the more we are convinced
that politics is a doggoned son
ofagun. If the Hearst gang gets what's
coming to it from Chicago work
ers, there won't be enough left of
it on Nov. 6 to wad a crutch.
You might think that either
Sullivan or Hearst was running
for president on the Democratic
ticket. But you'd be wrong.
The man's name is Wilson.
Either Dunne or Funk is infin
itely to be preferred as governor
;to Deneen. The bosses don't own
either Dunne or Funk.
Next Tuesday is the time to
convince politicians that among
the people of Chicago Hearst-
Lawrence support is a liability
rr ther than an asset.
Tne Pull Moose party "stands
at Armageddon and battles for
Maclay Hoyne "stands at Mad
ison and Market and battles for
This year men registered from
houses of ill fame will not vote in
But according to State's Attor
ney Wayman there now are no
houses df ill fame in Chicago.
Most of the Balkan war corre
spondents seem to be operating
in London, Paris and Vienna.
Pete Bartzen says he has noth
ing to do with the Hearst papers
or their publisher;
Pete, if we could believe that
we'd probably vote for you Tues
day. Has anyone heafd a roar of
protest because Jack Johnson has
said he'll leave Chicago?
Elections in Cuba seem to be as
exciting as a Cook County Dem
ocratic convention run for Andy
Lawrence by C. J. John E.
"Where does the Tribute
stand?" asks the Inter Ocean
The Tribune, Herm, does not
stand. It crawls.
"Dear, dear," gushed the lady
visitor to the 16-year-old son of
the house, "and is this really Jim?
Why, last time I saw you, my
dear, you were a little thing just
so high in socks." 'WelL as a
matter of fact," drawled the
youth who hated this kind of
talk as he hitched up a trouser
knee to display a purple-clad
ankle, "I don't usually go without
my. socks even now."
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