Judge — April 19, 1902 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT THE JUDGE BUILDING, 110 FIFTH AVENUE, NEW TORK. Terms to Subscribers. UNITED STATES AND CANADA IN ADVANCE. One copy, one year, or $2 numbers - - $500 One copy, six months, of 3 numbers < "3.50 ‘One copy, for thirteen weeks ~~ $ Including the CwRisTMAs JuOGK. FOREIGN SUBSCRIPTIONS—To all foreign countries in the postal union, $5.00 a year. Western Orrice—enry Bright, manager, Beyce Building, Chicago, Evnorean satis-acrnts—/aternational neve company. Bream’s building, Chancery lane Lond Sua fon. Birentanc's, avenue de (Opera, Parts; Saarbach's news exchange, Mains, Germany. The contents of JUDGE are protected by jb the United States and Great Britaia. ly prosecuted. (dressed envelope with all manuscripts, ns sent fo the Art Department should have the sender's full and address writfen plainly etch. The accompanying riptive letter-press should in every instance be written upon its iadividual pietar of stamps fo the full amount of postage is also required, material not accepted. SOULFUL and appreciative art critic, probably overcome by the pen- sive dreaminess of a certain landscape, speaks with so deep and rever- ential feeling of i any beauties and charms that one is compelled to fancy that he has, spiritually speaking, gone out into its misty maze of color gra- dations and lost himself. He speaks of ‘* meditative meads ” and ‘‘listen- ing woodlands.” Possibly meads meditate and woodlands listen in paint- ing, but it is difficult to believe that they do so in nature. It may be dis- covered after a while that a marsh can be melancholy, a plain phlegmatic, and a swamp bilious, even when engaged in raising a crop of mandrake pills. If woodlands listen it may be to the hilarity of the hill, the pantoum of the pond, or the palinode of the pasture. The vocabulary of the art critic is extremely soulful, and is not without a unique poetic suggestiveness, especially when ‘ rococo" and ** bizarre’ are handled with a true apprecia- tion of their value as artistic adjectives. In fact, the vocabulary is often superior in an art sense to the canvas it describes with such sympathy, tenderness and truth. We like the critic when he speaks of chrysoprase twilights and Rosetti heavens full of lithe doffodils and golden crocuses and violet snowscapes. But when it comes to pictures of so subtle and elusive beauty as to cause him to lose his head and go into ecstasies over the whispering cabbage-patch, the whistling turnip-field and the sneezing tomatoscape, and to allude, as we may safely expect him to, to the coppice as being jaundiced and to the wold as being hysterical, we think he would then do well to collaborate with a medical expert, that the result of their labors may be at once a critique and a diagnosis. [F,THE SUBWAY and the trolleys continue to go hand-in-hand on their fell mission of killing’people at the present rate it may come to pass that before long the population will be so reduced that there will not be a suffi- cient number of human beings left to read the record-breaking novels of the day. The publishers should take time by the forelock and protect themselves by putting accident policies on the book-folk that live in these perilous spots, that in the event of their taking off by wheel or dynamite they (the publishers) may still continue to flourish, even if they cannot con- sistently follow their present plan of announcing first editions of one or two hundred thousand copies. ae N ENTERPRISING western man has just bought five hundred thou- sand wishbones, and is anxious to purchase as many more if he can find the person who can produce them. These wishbones are used as novelties in advertising after they have been begilded and beribboned until they fairly breathe the elusive spirit of the sweet-girl-graduate essay, that is redolent of taffeta, not to say taffy. As the demand for the wishbone of commerce is much greater than the supply, the enterprising collector should lose no time in supplying the market with a celluloid specimen which would in every way serve the purpose of the genuine article fresh from the heav- ing bosom of the hen. We most earnestly and sincerely trust that the col- lector may not, in his tilt with the fates that preside over the destinies of business, come out at the short end of the wishbone, which is destined to take its place beside the horseshoe of fortune as a bit of artistic decoration. THE LATEST physical-culture fad in London is known as the “ somer- sault cure,” and is a system formulated specially for fat women. This cure is practiced in the house of a West-end surgeon, who, it would seem, must also be a master of the gymnastic art. If the surgeon-athlete would add a leaf to his professional crown and put another feather in his social hat, he should lose no time in gathering together his finest specimens of dowagerial obesity for the purpose of giving an amateur circus for charity as one of the festivities of coronation week. Dowagers of elephantine proportions somersaulting around the sawdust ring, playing leap-frog, and giving other proofs of their fat-dissolving agility, might scatter a church- mortgage in a single performance. If the fad should be taken up in this country it would be well for its promoters, if they would make it prevalent, to have a fat woman turn somersaults in a shop-window at stated intervals during the day. If a man baking cakes in a window has the effect of giv- ing one an appetite for these disci of mental discord, a fat woman turning somersaults behind plate-glass, on a public thoroughfare, should certainly stimulate all the obese seers of the same sex to employ a similar method as a means of ridding themselves of the superfluous flesh which hides their lines of beauty, even as the block of granite conceals the angel which the sculptor may find within it. It would be intensely interesting to stand and note the process of the professional beauty emerging gradually from her chrysalis of undulating flesh and becoming by degrees, in curve and line, a golden butterfly of rosy loveliness. EMERY SALE Lowr THE PROPER MATERIAL. “It don't seem jes" right to shoot down them Philippine niggers, does it?"" No, majah; not with so much good hemp a-growin’ all over them Islands."” Masor Buupout Mason Horrsprei