Judge — June 14, 1902 — page 2: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Sage PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT THE JUDGE BUILDING, 10 VIFTH AVENUE, NEW YORK, Terms to Subscribers. NITED STATES AND CANADA IN ADVANCE. One copy, one year, or 52 numbers - = $5.00 One copy, six months, or 26 numbers = 3.50. ‘One copy, for thirteen weeks = = > 1.35 Jacluding the Cunistatas Jvc FOREIGN SUBSCRIPTIONS—To all foreign countries in the postal union, $6.00 a year. Westen Ornice—$28-829 Marguctte Building, Chicago. EDKOreAn SALES-AGENTS—/nternational news company, Bream's building, Chancery lane, BG, London, Brentand, avenue de F Opera, Paris; Saarbach's mews exchange, Mains, many. CONTRIBUTORS must inclose a st otherwise retura of the latter when fousd DRAWINGS and all coatributions sent fo the Art Department should name and address written plainly on each and every separate sketch. The a every instance be written upon its individual picture, and NOT 5 to the full amouot of postage is also required, be guarantee: HE wild sea-serpent glides and slides along The turquoise wave with wondrous vim and dash, And in his wake the ripples flame and flash Unto his rattles’ musical ding-dong. He takes no notice of the siren’s song, But simply skims the wave as if for cash, Or to annex the matutinal has Joy-gilded by the solo of the gong. He fills the guest with evanescent glee iles the happy boniface Until that worthy soars the clouds above, And then he looks as if he yearns to see Fair Aphrodite rise, a thing of grace, That he may charm and gulp her snow-white dove. GREAT DEAL is said from time to time anent the glorious old war-horses of the Democratic party. The Democracy might gather more glory unto itself by becom- ing a war-horseless party. THE WAR on the mosquito that is now raging would in all probability never have been declared if the mosquito could vote. r IS SAID that Bryan is out for it again. If this important rumor has any foundation in fact it simply means that Bryan will again be out MANY a would-be politcal candidate fancies that he is putting his heart into his work when in reality he is putting his foot into it. N THE bright collection of alleged presidential possibilities many heads grace the show-window that properly belong on the bargain-counter. F TILLMAN’S intellect were about ten sizes larger and his tongue about ten sizes smaller he might put his mouth into his work with greater credit to himself. eee ALL THE Democratic harmony that is alleged to exist would, musically considered, be forever eclipsed and put in the shade by an extempo- raneous drum solo on the bottom of the full dinner-pail of Republican pros- perity. see I" IS SAID that the Democratic party is to be reorganized. To conduct so stupendous a job to a satisfactory conclusion would tax to the break+ ing-point all the all-round genius of the world’s champion reorganizer, Pier- pont Morgan. WHILE IT IS SAID that Croker has the country’s needs at his fingers? ends, it may be said with equal truth that the country’s needs do not include Croker. And yet, if he has the country’s needs at his fingers’ ends, the country will still be safe so long as he cannot get his hands on it. eee ‘THE GREAT TROUBLE with the average presidential boom is that it is usually so many sizes too large as well as too loud for its proprietor that the latter, in trying to live up to and be equal to it, causes the philo- sophic observer to conclude that he is a cockroach trying to be a humming- bird. SCREENED at the top of the tree, the locust is ripping the zephyrs Cutting the air into shreds, he rattles his strident staccato. Yea, on his membranous harp he bangs with a fervid persistence, Setting our teeth upon edge while rasping his infamous rag-time. Gayly he grabs at the leaf when seeking a scrap of refreshment; Gayly he snatches the hedge and gayly the budding tomato. Aught that is green, from the grass to the paint that is green, he embraces— Oh, what an eye for the thing that gilds all his innermost locust ! Yea, like an army he comes and camps on the roof and the paling — Camps in the bright summer-house and camps on the spine of the heifer, Taking no note of our rage, but eating his way o’er the country, Piping a tune as he goes—a tune that’s suggestive of Wagner. Hammer away on your drum, oh, piebald, pestiferous locust ! Hammer away on your drum and set the blue monkey a-dancing High on the grinning gargoyle, in quest of the shimmering nickel. Monkey and mortal to-<day cavort to your soul-splitting music. IT WENT TOGETHER. ** She says I'm a ‘duck.’ "* uh! She probably wants yer ter ‘ chase’ yerself."” comicbooks.com