Judge — May 3, 1902 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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AT THE JUDG 110 YINTHE AVENUE, BUILE SEW TORK. Subscribers, UNITED STATES AND CANADA IN ADVANCE 3 wivnue de TOpera, Parks: Saarbach's neces tachange, Germany. The contents of JUOGE are protected by copyright in both the United States Infringement of this copyright will be promptly and vigorously prosecuted. CONTRIBUTORS must inclose a slamped and seil-addressed envelope with all manuscripts, otherwise return of the latter when found vaavailable cannot be guaranteed. DRAWINGS and all contributions sent fo the Art Department should have the sender's full and address ch and every separate sketch fetter. upon a separate slip of pap to insure sate and prompt retera of material not accepted 7AHE SMALL BOY was wise beyond his years in say ing that the oh hen sitting on a brood of duc reminded him of the trusts sit the working. men. The comparison is a good and a true one when it is considered that, by sitting on them, th mother-hen keeps the ducklings warm and sustains them until they grow up and become fat and vigor- ous specimens of prosperous golden duckhood, TIS DIFFICULT to say whether Mr. Bryan has retired from politics permanently, or if he is merely afflicted with the proverbial tired feeling which is said to be inseparable from spring, gentle spri any rite, he is camping out in his barn, takin at the sume time giving this country, « long-needed rest. Possibly he is brooding in the shadow of the cloud of his two defeats—a coud in which he may sev it lining of silver. If he is really out of politics, it is to be hoped that his party may never call him back, but contis to leave him alon ry that is his, that the country may feel reasonably cert can politics has at List been freed from its most deadly and- malignant feature—the Bryan germ. WILGL7 Cj [TIS SAID that of all parts of the human body the tongue is most quickly cured of an injury by nature. This fact should prove to political and pugilistic orators that the ok saying, “Give your tongue a rest,” is only a rough way of declaring that this organ, when taxed beyond its powers of endurance, only requires the assistance of nature in so far as it may be considered ats a rest cure. WE ARE TOLD that the spring hat in London this year is decorated with the rosy-red tomato and the flower of the French bean. We suppose a girl may wear one of these hats, on which ordinary garden green- d the blossoms of the same appear in a riotous rumpus of wind- tossed beauty, to the utter exclusion of birds and squirrels, «nd still not be, strictly speaking, a vegetarian at heart. VEN AS IT IS CLAIMED that malaria isa cure for cancer, so is it also claimed that the mosquito is the bearer of the malaria germ. On this line of reasoning New Jersey is certainly a cancer sanitarium par ex- cellence, inasmuch as the mosquito, which is to that state what the onion is to Bermuda, can kill «cancer if the wistful patient will but go under his knife and thereby take what might be called the mosquito cure. [7 NOW comes to pass that, even sas one diamond cuts another, so does one germ kill another. Even ats we say that diamond cuts diamond, so may we remark with equal fidelity to truth that germ kills germ. While the battle of xerms goes on with unabated vigor, with human life-as the prize, let us cherish the ford hope that the conditions m us to make it desirable for the germs to smoke the pipe of down together ina spirit of harmony like unto that of the ly and the Limb-chop. iy so change ind to lie pnitise potato ORE-THROATED APRIL lingers still and flaunts her banner on the hill, and in the lily, sweet as wine, pours out her hailstones of quinine. She makes the roses gleam and glow, she makes the old Luwn-mower go; she makes the limbkin jump and skip o'er meads that ripple with a rip. She gids with joy the vernal gale, and cans the écru doggie’s tail, She akes the blossoms gayly blow and kills them off with ice and snow, She makes us melt, she makes us freeze; she makes us wildly wheeze and sneeze, until our merrimental toot suggestive is of epizoot. Sore-throated April, lovely maid in buds and icicles arrayed, across the myrtle-dappled green now waves her ribboned tumbourine—a phantom of elusive grace, whose feet, twin crescents, fly apace over brake and brere and mead and mere, discoursing music far and near—a phantom of mad rapfGre, clad in “porous”? and in liver-pad, she capers merrily along, upon her lips a metry song, while tossing o'er the happy hills her golden argesy of A QUERY. Woman—*' You said this parrot wouldn't swear before ladies, and he swore before my dear old mother. Deaver—" Are you sure your mother didn't swear first, mum?” comicbooks.com