Judge — December 29, 1888 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE PUBLISHED ONCE A WEEK. Publisher Art Department Eaicor ne TERMS TO SUBSCRIBERS. One copy, one year. of 52 numbers, . $4.00 Ud Peg oe tne, sae Tesgor se Gene Seas — SUBSCRIPTIONS — To all for- intrics in the postal union, $34 year. «ae& Jupoe PusiisHino Company (Porrer Buitpinc), Park Row, New York. L477 We guarantee advertiters a larger circulation at cheaper rates than any other ical paper publish of tal 5. 17 Avenue de L'Opera THE MATTER with Colonel Dudley ? WIGGINS is inclined to claim that he predicted the result of our elec- n, but he hasn't quite enough cheek. SOM), ZOLA is not so bad as he seems,” says somebody. Oh, he couldn't be if he tried. Is he all right? It’s quite impossible. OHN L. SULLIVAN with a cigarette in his mouth looks like the statue of liberty trying to balance a feather on her large nose. NCLE SAM will hang up his stockings some Christmas eve, and the next morning he will find Canada in them, not to mention the various central and south American states. ON'T REACH up for what you know you can't get. J. W. Husted. F AUGUSTUS GARLAND will hang up his stocking he will perhaps find in it some of that elec- tric stock, MERRY CHRISTMAS to the people of England, and to the people of Ireland home rule early next year, = FEEL authorized to say that Henry M, Stanley is dead ; but of course he will be alive again next week. Z WHITE CAPS of Indiana y they each have AFTER THE ESCAPE. HRISTMAS doesn't always make happy the governments of the effete east. The’ezar is ill- natured, Germany charges the czar with treachery, France and Italy are at swords’ points, and the queen of England is weeping over the extravagance of one of her new cooks. SONG OF THE WAR STEAMER—Going down to Hayti, to Hayti, to Hayti; going down to Hayti, to fight for Uncle S: wie 36 OOD WISHES on this day to the new south, and may there be fair play and a fair count for the black men thereof at no distant da ‘THE CAMERONS are said tobe good friends of Matthew Stanley Quay, and perhaps that was one of the signs by which Matthew conquered. seks 2D that David B, Hill will talkin his messag Merry Christmas, Davi done with your conscience? THE COBBLER’S PRESENT. On Christmas a shoemaker's wife Presented her lord with a baby. The good man, scared out of his life, Wondered how he would name the young lady. Said a wag, who was hurrying past, “Why not call her the cobbler's last?" Orricer—" Hi, there ! reading-room, A NNOUNC at elections, inst bribery ; but what has your hypocrisy What happened ye Puaytixorist—" I've just been the Santa Claus down at the newsboys’ Will you please ring for an ambulance ? MERRY CHRISTMAS! THERE ARE DRUMS and trumpets in the frost that is on the pane. There are satins and laces: ‘There are plumed and daacing horses. strung with bells that make imaginary music with every plunge of the horses’ hoofs. There are images shod with steel that skim the surface of the water like larger water-birds, There are banks of snow and forests of spruce and hemlock. There are social parties that include the wedding and the dance. In the midst of them there is a little fat man_ with frost in his hair and his whiskers, but who looks as jolly as if his head had yet the callow yellow and his legs had the lightness, as his heart has the good will, of youth, These come with Christmas. and satis There is nothing in light and laughter tion that is not due here and everywhere at just this time. The flying snow, the winter moonlight, the shining stars, the twilight, the noon-day and the dawn are made in accordance with the demands of these holidays, If there be the blistering blizzard, that is for Christmas too, for the warmth within is purring comfort and there is below the wherewith to live like kings and laugh to scorn the snow-stuffed outside though the stuffing last till April. If there be the wild shriek of the contending inds, and there fall upon your roof in torrents or drops the unseasonable rain for ever so many days, there is your ceric Christmas with its gentle shadows that come and go like Christmas ghosts in which there is no ill will, and which would fain pause and tell you of the Christmas of old times, All counts for Christmas. The greens are there, and some sprigs of mistletoe that somehow find their way to every household. The Christ- mas tree, the Christmas dinner—above all the Christmas atmosphere. The granaries are full. The apples are heaped in bins and barrels, in close company with the potatoes, and not far off the celery. The fowlsare fat, and the game is choice. It has been a good year, There is enough to go around and have such an abundance that no man might tell that any had been taken. May no man or woman go hungry on Christmas day, and may every child have such an abundance of Christmas gifts that his eyes will grow large with glad surprise. LITTLE BILL’S FACIAL WEAKNESS. THE HOUSEHOLD of the Ger- man emperor is hereafter to have no servant who wears a mus- tache. Even some of the women of the establishment will be sub- jected to pinking under the nose. His majesty doesn’t mean that any- body, if he can help it, shall have a mustache larger than the pretty little mustache he wears himself. If heaven or Santa Claus might give him a larger allowance of the adornment this order would be recalled ; but that is too much to expect. THE OLD AND THE NEW. © where is the poet who has not sung Of the ring of the Christmas beil, Those precious chimes of merriment Ringing out that all is well? But the ring of the modern Christmas belle Is more precious than that of old, With its two-carat, flawless, diamond stone In its eight-carat hoop of gold EVERYBODY OUGHT to enjoy this festive season. It has been a great year for Republican crops. eee MBS. CLEVELAND must hang up a good many pairs of stockings if she wants to give a local habitation to the good wishes extended to her by the people of these states. Pare THE JUDGE deprecates the rude, mean threats of war against the south made almost every day by Colonel Shepard, Why not wait to fight until after the Christmas holidays, you naughty man? comicbooks.com