ai- IJUNG L!N5 THINKS COTS j 1;os.dyARE TOO “STR1CTEEIf(wil• * ijair' ; Also Joplin’s Picturesque Celestial 11 CO IIkrtelei.1-leinin;dtnn-thWould Assist Chinese Emperor toHis Heavenly Reward.eoipe;cmCVlt;dieinain?uBet yourMife Joplin has a red hot Chink revolutionist. He is Jung Ling, the chop suey artist, who has been inthe limelight more or less for three years.Jung is not very strong for the youthful emperor of the Flowery j £ Kingdom, and he gave vent to his,r thoughts early this morning as he cleared up the remnants of a night’s! rush.Um king, he no good, me kill um,M he chattered, “me get a gun—shoot urn king. Me wishee me back in Chinee, me fightee allee samee alh'M time. Me want see lepublic. Hurrah for lepublic!”And this ended his oration, for v- { about that time a passing policeman stuck his head in at the door to as certain the cause of the argument.“See allee samee that big con.” exclaimed .T“samee way in Chinee, to strietee.”Jung’s last promenade before the nubb'c eye occurred last Anri) when ho was slult;”^d in his restaurant androbbed of $*200. Shortly before th^ti he was arrested on a charge of sell-in opium. A large quantity of the “happy dust” was found in his place. Two years ago he married a wVt« woman, who later absconded w'th $800 and left the Chink s!*«*htly discouraged.wilinfwin}lt;r«of ets2dP“m edhe vn weniprymwetin