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Show WOODIICLL AND CLAFLIN IS TUB ROSSKL FUNERAL PRO-CKSSlOX. PRO-CKSSlOX. A New York letter to the St. Louis Riynblican, says : If Victoria and Tennessee were not amused, they must be difficult creatures to entertain. The boys invited them to speak, and were particularly happy in their remarks on their personal appearance. ap-pearance. A big tow-headed boy sung out: "Which is tho old cat they call the next president? Oh! my, ain't she ugly ! Say old gal, give us a song and dance, h that your own hair or a scratch ? Open your mouth yer 'fraid to, for fear the hoss cars '1 think it's a depot and drive in!" "Jehu! what a big nose," says a lad within a foot of Victoria. "I hain't seen such a nose since I had the measles; and then the doctor had it to prick a bile with." The nasty nuisances stood in Bolid masses around the women. Colonel Blood and Stephen Pearl Andrews An-drews manfully strove to protect the brokeresses. But the boys seemed to know all about matters, and said : "Now his blood's up." "Kay. cap'n, it's all right we're all free lovers." hen a cheap transparency made its appearance with a delegation, bearing the inscription : "And they had all things in common;" then the crowd shouted : "Fetch that banner here. Give it to Woodhull." "Here's the gal for that motto." Finally the procession pro-cession started, and those unhappy women, footsore and insulted, walked miles through the mud which eovered everything, supported by the greatest rabblo that ever paraded, one weak band, thirty or forty lower class French women, and thousands of wild, hungry-looking men. It was ridiculous on the part of tho police to interfere with the Communists, as they did on the preceding Sunday, since that act was the only one that gave any sort of consequence con-sequence to the whole affair. |