Judge — July 3, 1886 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE. PUBLISHED ONCE A WEEK. W. J. Aue, Hanay R Harr Deaxund Grae ~ LM. Greoony Houmea, Je. 7. NOSTRAND PAitor Manager - ~~ Advertising Manager =~ TERMS TO SUBSCRIBERS UNITED STATES AND CANADA. 1 ADVANCE, One copy, one year, or Stnumbers, . 5. One copy, six montha, oF 36 numbers, One copy, for 13 weeks, Single coptes 10 cents each. THE JUDGE PUBLISHING CO., rman? equaARE, 27. r. THat was a neat little boom that David in- augurated in Boston the other day, Mr. Cleve- land. WE pon'T KNOW what office John L. Sulli- van wants, but they say he is going to write a book. THE WAR against the nudity of the tobacco stores must not be permitted to waste itself in smoke. IF THE STRAWBERRY an accident, as al- loged, the discovery is a serious blow at the insurance companii Tue Vickspura eEpitors do their writing principally with pistols, and manage with great ability never to hit the mark. Tue Sun is so put out about the cigarstore exhibitions that it proposes by way of reform to print the Pall Mall Gazette matter over again. Ruskin having taken to writing letters to the newspapers, a contemporary suggests that | he be taken in charge by a keeper. If things are as bad as that, what of the newspapers that | print the letters ? Mrs, CLEVELAND doesn’t wear a high hat at the theatre, she has not yet mounted a high horse, and she never wears high-heeled shoes. eba may have had more glory, AHARAJAH of Indore being dead, we have here another solemn warning with re- spect to the necessity of taking exercise. Our departed friend was so little given to it that nobody knew of his existence until he died. “THE the Albany Times, ‘is just as bad as the Dem- ocratic.” That is the most atrocious of all cru- elty. Why can't the Times respect the amen- Republican general committee,” says ties instead of resorting to such bloody butchery ¢ JUDGE. whom is going to form himself into a great literary syndicate. It is urged that there is too much syndicating of this kind, but there are numerous evidences that it is greatly un- derdone. Mrs, CLEVELAND took the hands of nearly 12,000 people at a recent reception, and wore a smile throughout the proceedings. Thus she has vindicated her endurance, her amiability, and her democracy ; but we regret to say that she has lately taken to diamonds and so frac- tared to a slight extent her Jeffersonian sim- plicity. However, the president will probably veto the diamonds long before 1888. A HORIZONTAL BURIAL. Mr. Morrison of Illinois is looking around for something he can’t find. It was a new kind of flying machine, and attached to it was a nice little boom that won the hearts of many of Mr. Morrison's friends. It was laden with hopes, and it was thought that when it had sailed into the clouds it would be a con- spicuous object at which the Democracy might point as evidence this congress had done something. Bui gone, It has been smashed. Let Mr. Morrison turn him about and absently search his pockets and his hat as he may; let him look aloft with speechless anxiety and be- low with eager intensity, that little thing of beauty will not come again, and in its place there isa great void the aching of which can- not be pulled or plugged. DANIEL. The statue to Mr. Webster last unveiled rep- resents that distinguished gentleman, if one may judge from the pictures in the daily press, in the act of rising to make a speech. He has just wiped his mouth with his sleeve, having partaken of water, and his hands have paused one on each side of his lower vest-button in that state of uncertainty peculiar to men slightly embarrassed; but the observer knows what he would do next if he were not stone— he would pull down the vest with the left hand, put the right hand in his trousers pocket, and deliberately proceed to oratorically sail aloft It is a little unfortunate, however, that he should not have risen to his full height at the moment of the artist's inspiration. He jg round-shouldered, and he sags from the chin down. His knees are bent as if in a state of doubt whether to assume the eloquence or resume the chair. His breast retreats in the direction of his backbone, and his clothes are as baggy and wrinkled as if he had slept in them all night. This is not right. Ther were times when Daniel was great and good, and the artist ought to have caught him in one of them. SUMMER DAYS. All the world rushes to the seaside. The bands are playing. The sands are shining. A stirring breeze comes from the ocean, laden with health and bringing despair to the girl with ban, The man with a hoarse voice shouts himself still hoarser, waxing eloquent over his fat woman and his unrivaled snakes; and further down the miniature avenue walled in with boards a little fellow pipes out invita- tions not remotely connected with sausages and hot cakes. Here and there, in and out, there are flags and wind instruments and laughter and song, occasionally a hand-organ, and the thump of the ball against the small statue for hitting which the thumper gets three ci stuffed vith cabbage and the worstsick. THINGS ARE SELDOM AS THEY SEEM. liane ies) WN age NLD Delight of Rev. Mr. Lambkin when a grip-sack that everybody in the car believes to be his out of the rack. We HEAR of six different writers each of | jars comicbooks.com