“HE IS ELECTED
“Good People of the City, Electors,
“Listen to the edifying story of a pretty little white jackass, candidate in the capital. It is not a Mother Goose tale nor a sensation of the Petit Journal. It is a veracious narrative for the grown-up youngsters who still vote:—
“A little jackass, born in the land of La Fontaine and of Rabelais, ... made a campaign for a deputy’s chair. When election day came, this jackass, this typical candidate, answering to the unequivocal name of Nul, executed a last-hour manœuvre.
ZO D’AXA’S NOVEL CANDIDATE On a warm Sunday in May, while the people crowded to the urns, the white jackass, the candidate Nul, enthroned on a triumphal car drawn by electors, traversed Paris, his bonne ville.
“Erect on his hind legs, ears to the wind, craning forward, over-topping proudly the parti-colored vehicle,—the vehicle in the form of an urn,—his head planted between the traditional glass of water and the presidential bell, he passed in the midst of hisses and bravos and jests.
“The jackass beheld Paris, and Paris beheld him.