Judge — November 26, 1892 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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W. J. Ament. Brannaen Gittam, 1. M. Geecony, Editor. TERMS TO SUBSCRIBERS. UNITED STATES AND CANADA, IN ADVANCE ‘One copy, one year. or s2 numbers - $3.00 ‘One copy, six months, or 26 numbers - 3.50 One copy! forty weeks == has Including the Cwestsas Jupce. FOREIGN S| IPTIONS—To all for ‘ign countries in the postal union. year THE JUDGE PUBLISHING COMPANY (JuvGe BurILpiNG) Cor. Fifth Ave. and 16th Street. New York (7 We euarantee advertisers a larger circulation than any ether American satir'. sal paper published. The Jovan is for sate at Brentane's, 17 Avenue de lOfera, Paris: Smith, Ainslee & Go., 25 Newcastle ttreet, Strand, London. England: at Saarback's American’ Exchange, Mains, Germany, and by Ch. B. Alioth, Geneva, Switeertand. Calle addres" Jumanank.” (27 NOTICE TO PUDLISHERS.—All the pictures in the Juvcx are copyrighted, and must not be reproduced without the permission of the proprietors. Infringemen: upon this copyright will be promptly and vigorously prosecuted. N EW VERSION—Whatever is ae GIVE THANKS that the vanes i ey a song-bird. [F YOU DO NOT register you anal mae not a mouthful of that turkey. THE BOOK contemplated by Mr. ee Blaine will break a number of portentous silences. eee SUNDAY IN CHICAGO—A day on which you must worship not as you think, but as we demand. coe THE THREE greatest mug- wumps — Charles A, Dana, David B. Hill, and Larry Godkin. cee PROHIBITION — That which keeps professional reformers | out of the offices they always yearn | WE STILL THINK that the Republican half of the cam- paign in this state was badly en- gineered. W SUSPECT that the Cobden club was not remembered Par: during the late disturbance because Duly. there wasn’t any, ay yure face puts me t’ shlape.” THE SIN of buying votes lies in the pregnant and most lamentable fact that it is only the other party that does it. (CHARLESTON has earthquake festivals, and perhaps in the far hence we shall all celebrate the day of judgment. FULL CROPS this year. The turkey has his; and as to the cribs, they of the corn and they of the babies, they are full too. AY GOULD, it is suggested, waters his stock—by no means the salaries of his employés. ‘There was a man who thought otherwise, but he died. WE SUSPECT that little John Davenport had much to do with the remarkable Democratic majority in this state. He talked too much with his jaws. ROBERT B. ROOSEVELT said mean things about the Irish and the Germans, and now that election is over he is at liberty to go to work and prove them. NOBODY has any particular sympathy for the Rev. Tom Dixon, the distinguished robin-killer; but it is a melancholy truth that Staten A SOOTHING COUNTENANCE. aism, fez were up all Iasht noight at th’ wake av poor pneumonia, old-monia, ve yez'a.chance t'rist up.” aia ayers : Nine Reh tut, turk Dean’ talk thot ‘way ‘now, Pat. Th’ very soite old-ralgia, Asiatic cholera, or grip, island has a lot of bum constables and magistrates who ought to be shot in season and out of season. THE CHRYSANTHEMUM. MADE UP of rags and tatters, the last faint offering of autumn, hardy and homely, shaggy and without perfume, strips and shreds and patches like a section of crazy-quilt in three colors, graceless in shape, apologizing for not being a flower and glad that it is not a cabbage or a weed, let us admire it with the charity of indulgence and worship it as a brand from the gardener’s burning. A'WEARY, A’WEARY! WE RECALL nothing in the late campaign more truly pathetic than the heart-rending words, “If you do not register you cannot vote.” How true they were! What sadness was involved in the unhappy fact! Every organ tried to outdo every other in promulgation of that wearisome pathos, until there was a wail from one end of the country to the other like the tumultuous fretfulness of all lost souls! Perhaps the poet of the Utica Observer and he of the Utica Herald did the finest work of that portion of the campaign, but it were invidious to specify where all did so well. “If you donot"—— God help us! let there be surcease of this long sorrow. A REMARKABLE RECORD. "EWELVE YEARS of Mr. Cleveland as the head of the Democratic party, and eight as president of the United States. That breaks the record. No other man has had three terms of that kind. No other man has skipped a term and been elected a second time. Mr. Cleveland is a pow- erful leader, and the astonishment grows when it is remembered that he is not so much an out-and-out Democrat as a mugwump Demo- crat,and that he was elected mayor of Buffalo, nearly at the beginning of his political career, against the regular Democratic and Republican tickets. As Mr. Hill says, “It is the new converts that go to the front—not the men who toil year in. and year out for the parties to which they belong.” THE REPUBLICAN LIVER. S67 WILL turn my iron mines into a hospital for liver com- plaint,” says Mr, Edison. ‘They are great for liver complaint. No matter how my miners suffer fron other diseases, their livers go right on. They may have consumption, bilious colic, inflammatory rheuma- spinal meningitis, worms, neuralgia, but their livers are all right. One day a miner died, but his liver went on as if nothing had happened. We had to take it out of the corpse and kill it with a club.” The liver of the Republican party is equally active, but there is no corpse. If there were a corpse the liver would bring it back to life. It will go right on with its little business, and four years hence the possessor of it will be as rotund, rubicund and rosy as if he had never had a disease, an accident, or a reverse in the whole period of his existence. THANKSGIVING. THE PHILOSOPHER sings himself and all the days that come to him, short and long alike. There is nothing to ruffle or becloud his toler- ance and patience and good will. If there be prosperity it is meet that he bethink him of misfortune, keeping but not being miserly of that which he hath; and if there be poverty and privation it behooveth him to think with charity, and not without gratitude for himself, of the strata of trouble that lie beneath his feet. Let the sun shine or the November sombreness prevail, there is naught that is bad for him. Of the full bin and the gleaming fire, the comfortable bowel and the satisfying outlook, the far- off skies and the near wine, he hath the moiety that sufficeth for him and his, for the gluttony of avarice and covetousness is not his. All the world is his as much as any other man’s—the sun, the moon and stars, the hopes, the expectations, and as much of realization as is good for his body and his soul. Give thanks? Who more than he? Thanks for his life if nothing else—for his life here because that, if he knows himself, is life forevermore. comicbooks.com