How the fashionable women of “sawciety” get their complexions whit the assistance of a hypodermic injection.
Trouble Among the Socialists.
An angry Socialist made himself obnoxious to his brethren who assembled in a saloon in East Fifth street the other night. The chairman, Anton Rabble, was denouncing the member of the Union League Club for declaring Anarchists should be suppressed, when the angry Socialists arose and said:
“I’m not going to be led by the nose any longer.”
“What is this?” said the others, turning around and looking at the speaker.
“Before I pay in my dues to-night I want to know what becomes of the money,” continued the latter. “We are not paid anything when we are sick. For the past six months I and the others have been paying $1 a week. Now, who gets this money? Is it Most?”
“Shut up!” “Hit him in the head!” “The man is mad!” “Kick him out!” shouted the others.
“I’ll brain the first man that touches me with his glass,” exclaimed the man, “I only ask a simple question. There ought to be no difficulty in explaining where the money goes.”
The chairman and treasurer looked queerly at each other, but did not answer.
“I have a wife and five children to support,” continued the man, “We have been living meagerly for the past six months. I became a member of your club on your promises that Most would make a change. The Astors and the Vanderbilts will never divide, I’m afraid.
“You must have patience,” said the chairman.
“I’m sick of waiting any longer. Mr. Chairman, if I’m not too impertinent, I would like to know what you work at.”
“I am a cigarmaker,” was the reply.
“And where do you work?”
“What is that your business?” said the chairman angrily.
“It is my business. I know that you haven’t done a stroke of work for the past six months. I take that back. You did work two days when your wife had you arrested for abandonment. Then you worked for two days on the island before you obtained your release on bail. You have not done any work since, but live on our money."
The chairman became so excited that he fell into a fit, and the meeting ended in an uproar. The man who raised the trouble won five members to his side, and they left the place together.
National Police Gazette, June 5, 1886.



