Judge — November 29, 1890 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE PUBLISHED ONCE A WEEK. W. J. Aner Bexxwaxp Gittas. 13 TERMS TO SUBSCRIBERS. XN NOS UNITRD STATES AND CANADA, IN ADVANCE. One copy, one year.or sa numbers - $5.00 A Ove copy, six montis, or 26 numbers - ‘One copy: for 13 weeks ate Inclading the Cwmistwas Jupce. FOREIGN SUBSCRIPTIONS—To alt for- dign countries in the postal union, $6 a year. Tue Juoce PuBLisHiNG Company (Jupce bvitpinc), Cor. Fifth Ave. and 16th St, New York. (27 We cuarantee advertisers a larger circulation at cheaper rates than any other American satirical paper published. The Joon is for sale at Brentano's, 17 Avenue de C Opera. Paris, and by the Amer- tcan Newspaper acency at 13 Kine William street, Strand, W.C London. HE CHRISTMAS JUDGE will this year be issued December 2d, and will be the Feqular issue of the JvGE for that week instead of the customary extra or special issue. It will embrace forty-four pages of full size, printed tastefully on calendered per, beautifully illustrated throughout by the best work of the artists on the staff of © and its ablest contributors. The cover of the Cuxistatas Juoce is a symphony in blue and gold, and will be admired by every one who sees it, not only for the be- witching beauty of the pretty woman in its foreground, but also for the graceful man- ner in which all the artistic work is done, and the softhess and harmony of the multi. plied colors employed. This year's Cumistwas Juoce will be sold at the retail price of twenty-five cents. It will rival in beauty the Christmas numbers of the past, and will, we believe, outstrip them in popularity. N THE again. DAY for thanks we forgive everybody, but he mustn't do it see PRIDE MUST have a fall, and the turkey with the cockiest air is the first to get its comb cut. eee AM THANKFUL that when business is bad I have a duti- ful son who revives it by fighting a duel about it—S. Bernhardt, IF D. B. HILL comes around our Thanksgiving-table with his dis- gusting joy and appetite, shoot him on the spot.—G. Cleveland. THE POORER the turkey the sweeter the meat, for the fami- ly that gets it has the problem to lve of poor turkey or no turkey at all, LANIGAN of Texas once in- quired, “What are we here Now he says, simply but “It appears that we are 5 NO DOUBT that the whirl in Wall street was due to the election of James Buchanan in 1856. We said as much to Mr. Buchanan at the time. I" IS WORTH mentioning that while Judge Thurman at the recent dinner said he had positively retired, Mr. Cleveland ignored that part of the sub; with extreme success. . ‘| AM WILLING to submit our case to arbitration,” Very well. tion in s: ys Kate Field. Speaking as one of the referees, we have no hesita- ing that the entire blame belongs to the man. [7 IS DIFFICULT to see how Mr. Blaine has been injured by the late reverses; and in point of fact he and the people will be simul- taneously happy yet, whether you are in the habit of betting or not. see MITH, WEED and Charles A. Dana are solid for protection, and to mention them for senator as a result of an alleged free-trade vie~ tory is a confession of fear that the Democrats’ have bitten off more than they can masticat JAMES S. GOODWIN. THE DEATH! of James S. Goodwin brought sorrow to every man belonging to the JUDGE. Here, where he had his desk, he was best known; and his good heart, his gentleness and his modesty were as remarkable as his bubbling wit and mellow humor, that brightened the s of the JUDGE and similar publications from week to week. He OVERCOMING A DIFFICULTY. Stee Brewerly, who has to use both hands jin riding, invents a measure of politeness. was a genius in quaint and whimsical ideas, and perhaps half the pict- ures of the periodicals to which he contributed were illuminated and strengthened by his explanatory “captions,” while his sketches were always enjoyable and his verse was sympathetic as well as humorous. Poor Yorick! He could both give and take the laugh, and there was no malice in anything he ever wrote. The little world that knew him gives tears to his memory; and the large one that would soon have known him will give roses as it learns from the absence of his pen how many sparkling, laughing moments it has passed in his good company. THANKS FOR THE GIFTS OF TIME. F THE one hundred and twenty pilgrims who two hundred and seventy years ago, with inhospitable surroundings, a broad sea to the east, an unknown wilderness and savage neighbors to the west of them, could pro- claim a thanksgiving and urge its anniversary, we on the thinning edge of the nineteenth century may, with no larger heartedness, give thanks for the affluent fortune and abundant comforts of to-d: If it were not that custom, sacred by long sanction, would make a sacrilege of non-observance we would hardly pause at the annual mile-stone to look back, or forward. , sixty-three millions, poor and rich, black and white, guest and enter- tainer, born here or elsewhere, join in suspended labor for an hour of gas- tronomic gratitude. Bex t tot By contrast, surely these are days when life is well worth living. The last half-century is fuller of achievements than all the centuries before. ‘The man with locks unsilvered has lived longer than the grayest Me- thuselah that droned away his un- eventful days on a Palestine ranch. Life is not only swifter, but broad- er, larger and closer packed. The northern snow and squthern sun- shine are but a span apart. The continent, losing nothing of its vast- ness, can be touched from rim to rim in as many days as heretofore were taken months. Climes are laced together and the gifts of Alaska salute the fruits of Florida on the thank-table of November. The sea itself has shrunk to steam-bridged brine, and on ooze lie the electric nerves that throb with joy, sorrow, or disaster, and bring all the world in touch. We are apt to overlook that not only this continent, but the time also, has doubled a new world. The spluttering kettle of a century ago, blubbering against its lid, hint- ed its tiny strength, and to-day is so grown a giant that were all the men on the face of the earth to labor their best, steam daily equals them all. If some stray and similarly populous planet had joined us in a race around the sun, and added its alert and tireless people to ours, the astral emigration could not have been more serviceable than that of the modern genii who obeyed the behest of Watt, Fulton and Stephenson; a genii, too, who, while giving the gift of its strength, feeds neither from herd nor harvest, narrows no want and scants no human supply. Civilization (the name we give opportunity and betterment) has sped faster in the fifty than in the five or fifteen thousand years before. Rig Our enlarged senses are equal to additional ones, The telescope makes us the neighbor of other worlds. We use the January and July position of the earth as a base-line to measure the distance of the stars. ‘The spectroscope reveals to us the material of which they are commosed. We find through it that the eruptive magnetism of the sun is but the heated gases of the same stuff as this chilled and solid crust. The micro- phone gives us the footfall of'a fly as loud as the tramp of a man. The telephone makes distance spaceless to the ear. The electric light gives globules of sunlight. The microscope reveals infinitesimal life, and also places in the hand of the physician the discovery and antidote of many a human ill. peren ‘The tale is only suggested, not told. We are on the edge of greater things. The curtain that has hid so much, and so long. is hardly lifted. We are but catching glimpses of a revealing light. The world is wiser, comforts are easier won, happiness is in nearer reach, and each thanks- giving will be a celebration and harbinger of the betterment of man. J. 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