Judge — 1888 — page 64: what you’re looking at

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GOOD THINGS A THOUSAND YEARS WITH THE JUDGE. the absence of the proprietor and most of the staff of this paper, it has occurred to the writer, under the stress of repeated calls for copy by the hip locked compositor in the basement, that a con- densed history of the sheetanda short description of its surroundings and personnel would prove inter- esting, and possibly aid in booming the subscrip- tion list. With the present issue of Jupce will close the one thousandth year of existence, and while the grand jury is lenient we hope to get out at least two more issues for good measure before giving up the work and retiring on our shields. At the time sev- eral centuries ago, when war prices and the absence Ps of the income tax made it possible for us to do things as we liked, the Jupce was domiciled in a palatial and imposing palace of industry on Pearl street, in this city, where the art, editorial and business departments were models of com- fort and elegance, and where the centering of the elevated rail- road system made it possible for us to get out our monumental weekly edition with celerity and the least possible amount of profanity. But there came a time, during the British occupation of the city, when we were obliged to seek other quarters—a shell from a vessel in the fleet having exploded in the centre of our profanity—and in consequence of the suddenness of the blow we were obliged to put up with the first resting-place that was offered us. A man nai Potter had rebuilt a burned building of his on Park row, utilizing most of the charred boards and broken win- dow sashes from the old structure, and his inducement of a nom- inal rent to be paid by him to us, and our homeless condition, resulted in establishing us here, where from our windows—when they are washed—we can look right across and hobnob with our bosom friends, the aldermen in the adjacent city hall. The writer is concocting this description with a piece of artist’s pencil on the back of an accepted ms. which he found on the editor's table, and as the ms. itself is not a lengthy one and there is no more blank material at command, the effort must necessa- rily be short; but we cannot refrain from taking space to intro- duce the public to a gang of /ieraleurs who have done much to revolutionize comic journalism. The president of the Jupce company was born and has lived in Canajoharie. That settles Aim, and the least said about the matter the better. If he had done nothing worse than inflict Mr. Gillam on the public, it would still have been bad enough. Mr. Gillam, who is a short, stout, thick-necked man of com- manding appearance so far as his feet are concerned, came origi- nally from Italy during a stecrage-rate war some years ago, and picked up his somewhat ephemeral knowledge of art while pos- ing as a model in a comic valentine factory in Williamsburg. He is in charge of the art department when Mr. Zimmerman feels generous, and has been mentioned as a man who can eat crayon and draw with a ham sandwich if the exigencies of the cartoon- istic profession so demand. His lieutenants, Messrs. Zimmer- man and Hamilton, are of inestimable value to him—at lunch time, and can usually be found having their hair cut in the ton- sorial café which is built out from the building on a temporary staging. Mr. Zimmerman, who is a native of Horseheads, this state, began his professional career by sketching a portrait of one of Consultation room, where ideas are prepared. FROM JUDGE. his father’s neighbors on theside of ahorse-stall, and the anxious and worried expression which his face habitually wears is caused by the fact that the neighbor never caught him and is still looking for him. He, too, though not usually spoken of in the same breath with J. L. Sullivan, is an athletic and powerful man, and isoften used ¢$ as a paper-weight by Mr. Gillam ~*: when such anarticle is needed to throw atthe head of Mr. Hamil- ton to wake the latter up. Since his return from Ber- muda, where he has been passing the winter, Mr. Hamilton has looked a little better, although the attenuated limbs, hectic (bob- tailed) flush and narrow chest show the presence of that insidious foe, consumption. His chief does not work him as hard as he did formerly, and with only two cartoons and ten comics a day it is hoped that his life may be spared long enough to enable him to work up the wages which have been advanced to him. Our society artist, Mr. Victor, is seldom seen at the office. He has not had his dress coat off for years now, and always draws with lavender kids on and surrounded by the most superb and rare bric-a-brac that can be found for him. © It is a little early to announce it, but the Stewart collection will not be scattered. Juvce has bought it outright, and Mr. Victor will be in the centre of it, drawing with both hands and a corkscrew, to-morrow night. Messrs. Beuvenuto Cellini, our cartoon suggestor, Michael An- gelo and Gustave Doré are no longer with us, and Munka whom we imported to turn out cuts for our advertising columns, went-back in disgust because we refused to allow his latest can- {2 vas to be hung out of our windows asa banner. Our editor, Mr. Greg- ory, varies the monotony of newspaper life by con- ducting a banking and brokerage business in the basement, and his clean-cut, pungent hu- mor is nursed and ren- dered pliable by the con- stant display of human nature whi fore him. an advertising but the writer cannot re- frain from giving Mr. Gregory a puff to the ef fect that he allows a higher rate of interest and keeps the collaterals longer than any other broker in the city. A professor of pen- manship has lately been engaged by the vice-president of the company, Mr. Hart, and it is supposed that when he learns to write much valuable time will be saved and a good deal of loud talking done away with. Our mechanical department is under the charge of Mr. Sach- rison, a gentleman who is distinguished for his unique ability in mixing color. Some of the shades which he caused emotional hydrophobia, and one particular brand, which he calls “‘turtle-egg white,” is being put up in tubes and sold as vaccine virus for use in aggravated cases of smallpox. Let us follow one issue of Jupce from the time of its inception Procuring our first stone. Our hired laughers. mil ELEVATOR |, SHAFT. Our stone department, comicbooks.com