Judge — April 21, 1888 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE PUBLISHED ONCE A WEEK. President W. J. Awe. Art Department Wenswano Gutas Paitor 1M. Gaeoory TERMS TO SUBSCRIBERS. UNITED RTATEA AND CANADA, IN ADVASCEL FOREIGN SUBSCRIVTIONS—To all foreign countries in the peatal union, & THE JUDGE PUBLISHING COMPANY (PoTTER Britpixa), rk Ww, New York, FH We guarantee icertisers a tanger eiveuation at cheaper rates than any Amer fean satirical payer yubdlished he Jepor. ta fur wate at Hrentann's 17 Avenue de L'Opera, Paris Ww Is THERE sta stone at Reseoe Conkling? Not one. Mitcuett. “spikep Sullivan in the shins,” and if that isn’t hitting below the belt what ist ESS—The mountain labors and brings forth not so much EPARD was not o1 apostles, He is merely in other words, the thirteenth, BISMARCK WOULD like to control the deaths as well ss the marri- ages of the Hohenzollerns, and it makes him sick to think he can't do it. Mr. CLEVELAND is issuing ders to subordinates to stop meddling: with politics, but we must remember that this is a backward season AN EXCHANGE has the heading “Dead with a Broken Neck.” We have frequently observed the fatality of that affliction Ir Is Mrs. C. who wants a see ond term, and shall L not respect her wishes in a little thing like that?— land. OVERNOK has no desire for the presideney, but if Grover knows what he is about he won't let it go out of his hands for so little a time as half a minute. A RECENT DISTURBANCE among colored men in South Carolina, which resulted in ‘al razorings, would seem to be a case of too excessively free wool. THe THEATRICAL WORLD will miss Lilian Olcott; but it won't regret her, from an artistic point of view, with the solemnity of grief that calls for real tears, MANY NEWSPAPERS are insisting that the ‘art of S.J. Randall is true to the Demoeratic Poll. Very well; it is th true to Smiprio soext. i Mas, West y maiden, then, that isn't “talnt: got capp'n. Randall. Hight 'ae You Look LONESOME,” said somebody to the proprietor of an ring uewspaper whom he found at a late hour at a banquet table at Delmonico’s. Well, I son to look so,” said the man, wiping a tear from his eye with yrner of his napkin, * because it appears Lam the last supp Tue Jupce has pictures of John Sherman, W. M. Evarts, John J. Ingalls and even Frank Hiscock in gorgeous military uniforms, of which they are evidently very proud. May we ask, what war was it, and on w side?—Albany Times. Well, as they were Republicans it may be safely assumed that they didn’t fight on the confederate side anyhow. The JupcE last week commenced its fourteenth volume. Same thing in connection with the new birthday as with the several that have preceded it under the present management, only more so, The JupGe’s friends have grown in number by many thousands; itsadver tising pages have been more than packed by appreciative business men; you wanter- see thOJpnd high adm’ril: you're gazin its serials have found their y to every part of the country, and it is ditficult to print enough to supply the demand. This year, with the national election to take care of, the JupGE will reach a larger circula- tion than any publication of its kind ever had. It will probably elect the president and carry the s\ but, anyhow, its own calling and elec tion are amply d for. Catch on, catch on! I take you right straight through, And you can't get there before we do. THE MUGWUMP'S ADDR! ful disorganization, with a prescience almost leader for the salvation of the country, and by the incidental assistance of an unappreciative and stupid Den r elected him—elected him by the glorious majority of one thousandth of one per cent.—this nation was saved. No triumph of « At prin: rle could equal it. The struggles of the revolution, the wealth of vod and drain of treasure that re-bought us one flag for one country, “pale their ineffectual fires” compared with this victory of moral ideas—our copyrighted, exclusive, proprietory, patented moral ideas tanding on this intellectual Pisgah, handing down the law, we can proudly point toa promised land, where grapes ean be had for the thering and every filibuster who: strikes a Republican hip and thigh may expect the deed of a political farm. We have been accused of faith ina fetish. It has been asserted that our skill is simply a heathenish art; that we have carved a block of wood, and with gouging of tool and touch of. paint have made it god; thata thumbed lumpofclay after baking is our Deity; that we dream as did Nebuchadnezzar, and on the broad Shinar of our imagination create a graven image, then fall down and worship the work of our own brains, and that our insanity, like of the Assyrian king, can only be cured by sending us * What a libel! We are the ica andi whose votes are an inspira are the hierarchy, whose hands drip with anointing oil, and our benediction blesses with infalli- bility. When we bind the brow with the phylactery of imitative vice gold, when we wrap the mantle of sweet praise around the pan-electric bust, and swath the shoddy clothing of the fishery fiasco, braided with the humbug of * pernicious _ partisan- ship” and girt with the canting ‘bition of the second term, th vironing will change a-dolt to an oracle. Did you note the impertinent criticism of President Cleveland t Senator Ingalls? What a sacril Is there no defense against aud: Is free speech tu be permitted foreve Is such a man as Ingalls, with 1 ing in his veins but such blood as ex torted the Magna Chi from King John; that in a puritan parliament condemned Charles the first for trea: son; that stood on Bunker Hill and fought against English tyranny and y an. idiot monarch, such blood as st breasted and won the battle a; the southern oligarchy —are such a critic and such criticism to be borne without end? We and our friends aright to call Lincoln a buffoon, G a butcher, Hayes a fraud, Garfield a bandit, and Arthur a gour: Times have changed. The dignity of thé office now gives the tempo rary occupant of the executive chair a position beyond reproach. ainst that sacred target no criticism or truth must be hurled. The ester must shield his sting, and before the awful presence of the ex- sheriff of Buffalo the nation must be dumb. “I will conclude by otfer- ing for your unanimous adoption an old resolution passed by a C vinistic congregation, one that is politically applicable to us: Resolved, That only the elect can enter heaven. Resolved, That we are the elect. divine, selected a politi “aut argument ith her husband=* THE: PAGES of the JUDGE will be numbered continuously from the beginning to the end of volumes hereafter, that the numbers when bound may be more conveniently referred to. comicbooks.com m w w mi o of ni