Judge, 1892-07-02 · page 2 of 17
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This page contains Republican campaign satire from the 1856 election era. "Our James" likely refers to James Buchanan, the Democratic candidate, whom the text mocks as unfit for the presidency. The cartoon "One of the Squad" depicts two men discussing fireworks—likely a satirical commentary on political chaos or incompetence during the election season. "The Party of Reform" promotes the Republican party's platform, emphasizing the tariff as their leading issue and their opposition to slavery expansion. "Your Uncle's Birthday" appears to mock Fourth of July celebrations and political rhetoric around patriotism and nationalism. The overall page agenda is pro-Republican, anti-Democratic, using humor and caricature to influence 1856 voters toward Benjamin Harrison or the Republican platform rather than Democratic alternatives.
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TERMS TO SUBSCRIBERS. UNITED STATES AND CANADA, IN ADVANCE. One copy, one year. or s2 numbers - $3.00 One copy, six months, or 36 numbers - 2.30 One copy. for 13 weexs === 1s Including the Cwurstwas Jepce. FOREIGN SUBSCRIPTIONS—Te all for ign countries in the postal union, $64 sear. THE JUDGE PUBLISHING COMPANY (Jupce BUILDING), Cor. Fifth Ave. and 16th Street, New York. 897 We guarantee advertisers a larger circulation than any other American cal paper published. The Juvcr 1s for sale at Brentano's, 17 Ave) Newspaper Agency at 15 King William street, American Exchange, Mains, Germany, and by Cable addrest—" JuDGRans.” z by the Ameri at Saarbai itzerland. 897 NOTICE TO PUBLISHERS.—All the pictures in the Juvce are copyrighted, land must not be reproduced without the permission of the proprietors. Infringement upon this copyright will be promptly and vigorously prosecuted. ME 100.—Jacob Stoat Fassett PROVERB—Never overload your gun [UNCLE SAM wears a Benjamin Harrison hat this week MB: HILL packed his fire-crackers in snow and they won't go of. THE BOOM of Uncle Sam comes every year and lasts until the next one. F YOU DON'T see what you want in the Democratic plat- torm you can whistle for it. THERE WAS too much powder in my gun, and it went off at the wrong end.—James S. Clark- son. E OBSERVE that our Chaun- cey adopts the JUDGE'S mot- to, “One good term deserves an- other.” NO: CHARLE: don the miserable grammar that mentions Whitelaw as a well- Reid man. 3 We cannot par- Inspector you here for?" Orricek MINHANTY— M&. WARNER MILLER, who | fell outside the . breastworks again, has much to say about bombs bursting in ear. F YOU ASK what state he hails from our sole reply shall be, he’s lived some time in Washington, likewise in Indiannee. THE NUMBER of stars in the national banner is quite large, but if the Democratic candidate will look at the bunting in November he'll see 4 million of them, THE ABSENCE of Mr. Platt need not be alarming. will» probably reveal him somewhere under the Gran‘ther Harrison's hat. A close search sweat-band of OUR OWNEST BANG. E nominated Benjamin Harrison. THe jup ‘The cartoon giving the records of Quay, Wolcott, Alger, Clarkson and Platt had more effect on the Minneapolis convention than a dozen convention speeches. The JUDGE nominated Whitelaw Reid, putting him in the field several weeks ago, The JUDGE struck the key-notes of the nominations and the platform, and its picture of Harrison has gone into hundreds of thousands. ~ of homes for preservation. in every respect. Never before has the work of a national gathering been so clearly indicated beforehand, and it furnishes some indication of the As the JUDGE went so went the convention ONE OF THE SQUAD. * Why didn’t you help that lady across the street? What are Shure, sor, it’s Mrs, Minhanty, out shoppin’.”” power and influence of the JUDGE in the campaign. This is the shot in the JUDGE'S cannon on this fourth of July, and the boom of the piece goes echoing from the Atlantic to the Pacific and all around the world. Just watch the Juoce and observe its way Till you vote your vote on election-day. OUR. JAMES. F MR. BLAINE ever doubted that he, right or wrong, was the idol of the Republican party, the doubt was dispelled by the twenty-four- minutes cheering his name got in the Minneapolis convention. No other man could have commanded thatenthusiasm ; and if affection had taken the place of sound judgment he could have ridden it to the white-house. THE PEOPLE RULE. ‘T IS THE PEOPLE who speak and manage and order—not the office- holders or the practical politicians. That is the testimony of Mr. Platt, ex distributor of federal patronage for this state; Mr. Fassett, ex-collector of this port; Mr. Warner Miller, ex-senator; Mr. Clarkson, Mr. Quay, and a number of gentlemen equally prominent. They say they are convinced of it, and they know. THE PARTY OF REFORM. HE TARIFF will be the leading issue, as it ought to be. On that question the Republican party is anxious to meet its adversary. It shirks nothing. It is for honest money and honest votes, It is for tem- perance reform and all social and political advancement regardless of third and fourth parties, mugwumps and other cranks. It put up its banner against siavery in 1856. Its colors are flying for everything good to-day, and its arms are out against all meanness and mistake. Now put your faith in Benjamin and join the army that will win, ORATION BY M. S. QUAY. [TIS WELL to be cautious in the handling of fireworks. Thus a young man said directly after an uncontemplated explosion, “I must have lost my eyes because I can’t see; and really | must borrow a pair of legs to get home with he- cause I came off and left mine with my india-rubbers.” Ie was dazed and embarrassed. And we never can be too cautious about any- thing. A thought or a motive gone wrong may do as much damage as a spark in a powder magazine. Ob, my friends, let us move slowly and contemplatively! Let us fix our eyes on the American banner and pray heaven to deliver us from ac- cident and Chris. Magee. THE ACCIDENT TO LITTLE THOMAS. 46] HAD LOADED my little cannon,” says Mr. Platt, casually nursing the splints of his arm and using his disengaged hand to feel his large expanse, of court-plaster, “and it wouldn't go off. I stooped to examine the priming and I thought there wasn’t any there; and just then it shooted up and blazed my hair and face till IT couldn't see, and my yell and the gun went off together. It bu'sted the gun and that’s what hurt me some; but I shouldn't have caréd so much if I hadn't put the lighted punk in the panties pocket wot had the powder in. Oh, my! ‘That was tough. Do you think I can paste my little cannon together again? And where is my little brother Jacob Sloaty? Can he be pasted together too?" YOUR UNCLE’S BIRTHDAY. 5 THE FOURTH is the day on which we congratulate ourselves. Some- times we don’t know why we do it, but we do. It may be a question whethet noise is patriotism or congratulation, but if anybody knows a better method of expression he had better announce it and get a patent on it. Noise in connection with fire and a display of bunting is peculiarly satisfying. It may burst the drum, the cannon and the tympanum, but its result is soothing—if you lose your leg or your orator his nominative. Noise and color—the bursting bomb, the shrieking cracker, the music by the band, the oration of the hour, the red-white-and-blue, the blazing bon- fire, the fizz, the whizz, the boom, the bang—hurrah for them and all of them, not forgetting the boy of the scorched heel and the singed eyelids! ‘Then, too, the bunting has on it the words “ Harrison and Reid—Protec- tion, Reciprocity,” and how satis{ying and patriotic are they ! comicbooks.com