Judge — August 17, 1901 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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Hide PUBLISHED ONCE 4 WEEK AT THE JUDGE BUILDING. Terms to Subscribers. Scapa re tte ur epy. cee yoser esses Spear ge gee oon Rotor rOREION suvecerTions 6'en seo RIN SU CRTIONS = Teen waerans Ovwice-Woiry Bright: tssajor< Bip balling: CAteaps: Sissrens Sree ser, Briete, mene, Sozee daliding, Mcpy, mation Chancery lane, rentans’s, avenue del Opera, Paris: xchange, Maina, 7. CORNER FIFTH AVENUE AND SIXTEENTH STREET, NEW YORK. (27 Circulation larger than any other cartoon weekly Ia the world. EW- NOTICE TO PUBLISHERS.—The contents of Juocs a both the United States and Great Britain. Infringer vigorously prosecuted. rotected by copyright In nt of this copyright will be promptly and CONTRIBUTORS must inclose a stamped and self-addressed eavelope with all manuscripts, otherwise retura of the latter when found unavailable cannot be guar anteed. DRAWINGS and all other contributions seat to the Art Departmeat should have the sender's ful! came and address written plalaly on each and every separate sketch. The accompanying joke or descriptive letter-press should Ia every lastance be writtea upon Its Individual picture, and NOT upon a separate slip of paper. Ia- closure of stamps to the full amount of postage ts also required, to Insure safe and prompt return of material apt accepted. * ADMIRAL EVANS'S NEW TITL! eee oe H!STORIAN “ MACLAY could get a better job on the vaudeville stage. Writing Bob.” FOEMEN worthy of their steel—The Trust and the Amalgamated As- sociation, TWO OF A KIND—The so-called historical novel of the day, and “his- torian” Maclay’s text-books on the Navy. 6s LJISTORIAN” MACLAY, the press-agent for the Naval anti-Schley clique, has turned in caitiff flight from Washington and Annapolis and taken refuge with Admiral Sampson, ten miles in the rear. see “DEEP-SEA HOTEL” has been launched, which is towed out be- yond Sandy Hook every night, so that its guests may enjoy a cool and quiet night's rest. The average inland resort likewise appears to be all at sea in the Summer rush time. Taper HEAVEN, OR PURGATORY? ‘THAT DELIGHTFUL AUTOBIOGRAPHER, Augustus J. C. Hare, relates that Lady Airlie in her childhood was a favorite of the poet Leigh Hunt, and once asked him what, he thought heaven would be like. “TI think,” he replied, “that it will be like a most beautiful arbor all hung with creepers and flowers, where one can sit all day and read the new novels." It must be remembered, though, that in Leigh Hunt's time the modern historical novel and the “by gosh” serial had not been invented. LABOR AND REPOSE. ss] F EVERY able-bodied man in Greater New York (writes Orrin E. Dunlap) were working together turning a crank, they would not equal the power to be developed in the two stations of the Niagara Falls Power Company.” ‘If every hobo in the United States were rounded up and told to go to work at a gigantic woodpile represented by the timber forests of the Northwest, their combined inertia would be about equal to the amount of labor-saving accomplished by the machinery run by the power scooped in from the great cataract. It's poor statistics that won't work both ways, SCHLEY'S GOLDEN SILENCE. ADMIRAL SCHLEY is master of a golden silence. Even the desperate and dastardly assaults of the last few weeks, with the culminating outrage of the Sampson-Maclay “‘history,” indorsed by Secretary Long. have failed to elicit any response from the hero of Santiago other than the remark that “after others had said all they wanted to, he might issue a statement "—though even that would depend upon circumstances and the counsel of friends. In the proud place which Admiral Schley holds in the hearts of his countrymen, he has what is doubtless to him an all-sufficient reward. But JUDGE desires to go on record right here and now as pre- dicting for this splendid officer of the United States Navy future honors of which he has not yet dreamed. COMICS OUTDONE. [F "21M" had pictured, or Mark Twain had described, the disastrous explosion of a frog which had been fed with dynamite, people would have said—and with reason, too—that these humorists were overstepping the bounds of comic license. Yet here is our esteemed Paris-American contemporary, the New York Heradd, giving, in its telegraphic news cole umns, under double headlines, the following remarkable item: “The three children of George McCurry, a contractor of Albany, Mo., found some dynamite in the cellar of their home, and, thinking it w: putty, fed it to their pet frog. A large tool-chest fell on the frog and ex- ploded the dynamite. A chisel pierced the temple of the youngest child and killed it, Another child and Mrs. McCurry, in the kitchen above, were seriously hurt, and that part of the house was wrecked. Query: Did Mr. Bennett cable this over from Paris just after dinner? A MORE STRENUOUS CONVERSION. Exper FRontsenct repentance find t washed Dame ScoLpronde: * Good-morrow, Dame Scoldtongue! Rumor hath it thou hast become well behaved—hast, in verity, been brought to the ‘stool of Kye. but not at church, Tt was at the town ducking-stool at the river.” comicbooks.com