Judge — December 31, 1881 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE PUBLISHING CO, Nos. 13 & 15 PARK ROW, NW. Y. PUBLISHED ONCE A WEEK. One Copy, oF 13 weeks. 2a TosTaGe Pe: 013.815 Park I “ea Address Tue Iepor Peat Another Side of the Picture. Tue Jupce does not care to play the part of an iconoclast, especially where there is an old-time picture or statue to be knocked over. Bui this time-honored Christmas picture of the poor man and his shivering family gazing in upon the warm scene of Christmas beauty and feasting is a contrast that ha sted long enough, and deserves to have some of its angu- larities knocked off. Look at the picture we present this week. is indeed the other side of the old familiar ture, and who shall say that it is not just $ true to life and living reali the oldone 3 eX was? See the honest, hearty mechanic and his family, full as ticks of turkey and plum pud: ding, warm and well clothed—perfect pictures of health and happiness. See ther into the abode of the rich man—the h dyspeptics. ‘The rich man’s table is | with good things, but he cannot, dare n eat them, neither can his family. isan important and indispensable that household, whereas he may called into that poor man’s family. Poor man indeed! Which isthe poor man? ks, and love: his firm lips over his food, and laughs and bustles his way through the world, enjoyii hing, or the rich man without a he without a stomach, and over whose weazen f smile never ripples, and whose lur never expand with the free air of heaven. Which one had you rather be, reader? Wh tren look the be which the happi Whecse wife is tie best companion: which one gives the best chillren to the work ? It is not an overdrawn picture, it isa true one, and being so, who will say that the poor man, with his health and spirits, is not the happier man of the two? raring pme of The doet rsonage in never be The man who we and smacks We understand that John Kelly received for his Christmas present a new war club, highly ornamented, We suppose he will keep that in a glass cage to show his friends; the old one appears to be in good order yet, and will probably be kept for its customary rough work, although he might polish up its bloody knobs a bit in commemoration of * Peace on earth, and good-will to man.” THE JUDGE. SONG OF THE STOCKINGS. L Movyt Proasvs mouot, ges of clond-land, Astride of thy back I look down on this proad land ! | Hat Speed thee, swift racer, broad-winsel rosinante, Ofer river and plain, past palace and shanty t Now we clip through the air, With keen satisfaction And we peep. As we sweep Over village and town, At each local attraction, Swing hi As faster we How I rock in th et, twixt m ml you, ne oyster.” Mat Havin; And vie nor Tue Jepar and his Chi u. the pocks stew ! trav Levs b He Bol summoned a corps of artists and writers, wielders of crayon and stanza inditers; Imps paragraphic, Poets seraphic— All contribute the stuff in which newsdealers traffic. And on Number 10, He's engaged sundry m Adroit with the penell and free w I's a ho And reader, [wish you | To took it clean through, though the paper's be peu day issue- not tissue, | Especially squint at Waxes’ double cartoon ‘See what Santa Claus gives each public gussoon nt Here’s Samy, the sly, With his stocking heaped bigh— He may get what's iu it (in the sweet by-and | And blithe Jaoy Biase Is pleased, tn the Maine, | With a pretty toy White House. (Ilis hopes never wane.) Ah, Peter the great oven, doth Fate the wreathed laure! upon thy old pate? Now Dasa, our Sui, Egud, this is fant Geis portrait of Haves, Hat ba! And ReturrvorD B., Wh; just sex If be hasn't a photo of CuaRtey A. D. It’s well done! bless m TaLaaae, the r, An antical her, Is bere nigh his prototype, Hexey Warp Beecurr, And what gets the former? This lank rostrum-stormer Will doubtless consign our artist to warmer Abodes than he's dwelt in, And wish be may swelt in | The presence of Pi.cro and his radiant bell tin, Our clerical donkey Finds a gymnastic monkey— How proper the gift? I declare it’s quite hunky And Brxcuen himself, | So intent on pelf, | Should carefully lay Ais find on the shelt. A succinct report | Of that trial may sort Of rile Hexry Warp, and cause him to snort | Bat what cares Kriss Krixoue If B's ears do tin: Like a bad boy's when cracked! with a bit of split shingle. nm Now let as chai the measure, And at our rhythmic pleasure, Take a grab And a nab At others Fame may dab. Here's Eprror Scnvnz from Germany— Ah, nobody else could determine me To sting a rhyme so foreizn to rule, Except this imported nes What he doesn’t know, journalistic, Ne‘er is seen in sereats sophistic; And when ** Crank” Cant gives up the They'll mark his grave with per male, host white-washed Post, e bot U Dos a3 his Chance to get a Christmas box. See Jack Locax Lifts his brogan And kicks until the door unlocks. rat GRAst “Laban't not way and cross streets, And Benet, Bexou, Bern, johuman driver me the pizeon shot I cruel sport, To get cases into court, v Groror Witttam C That keeps his Lev He lives in the Quaker City, when The summer heat d Bat when July pours down its tire Upon his balden crow He packs bis traps and takes the train For his cottage out of town, 1 man h abate, + What shall I give this good little sot Says Santa Clans, He shall have a rhe believ “Let's see— tue of himself in himself, and be Is proud of his creed. Well, belt so. He pays for his right to think— He draws big checks, but never a breath That's tainted with spirituous drink.” vn. Now I hasten to the Blessed en Of my themes and my rhymes U How they show, The people w In society and t While our artist's facile grace Depicts each noted face And the record each hath made, Keeping Govt, Govt, Govt, *Fore thousands he has fooled. Mis starving employés never sing in M Bat lon end, nd, end, end — sing and nl, at curiously blend, ow, show, all know praise, And keep loz ing for th “Dina ye ken” Bey Beruer, Sly as an army post-sutler? In elghteen-eighty-two He will ran aguin for Governor. What wiil Massachusetts do If Bex e’er gets to shovin' her? Ab, nearly forgot was Witt, Vaxprnnitr, With his hotels of brown-stone, bronze and gilt Despite his many queerish prank: His stocking holds a vote of thanks. vin. Last of all, as we nimbly skip ‘croas the Fret, We meet Crecs, monopolist true, Merry Christmas, my boy, this hand will soon wield ‘A rod that’s In piekle for you. At“ Anrncr’s round table,” repeated in history, Devold of Saxon tradition and myste ‘A nation in friendliness meets. Give Curster agrip, and tighten his hands, To rightly control this lnckies: of lands, Exnigve, in finis, entreats. comicbooks.com