Judge, 1902-06-28 · page 2 of 17
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This page contains editorial commentary on the 1904 U.S. presidential election, endorsing William Jennings Bryan as the Democratic nominee. The text discusses Bryan's political viability despite concerns about his appearance and background. The main cartoon, "The Oil-Magnate's Demise," depicts an art gallery scene with two figures viewing paintings. The caption's dialogue suggests commentary on wealth and class—a butler and footman discuss whether a master "seemed resigned to die," with wordplay about "ancestors" and collecting. This appears to satirize wealthy industrialists (oil magnates) and their pretensions to culture through art collection, likely critiquing the nouveau riche class during America's Gilded Age. The poem and additional editorial snippets provide political commentary typical of Judge's satirical approach to contemporary figures and social issues.
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PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT THE JUDGE BUILDING, 110 FIFTH AVENUE, NEW YORK. Terms to Subscribers. UNITED STATES AND CANADA IW ADVANCE One copy, one year, or sz numbers = §: One copy, six montis, of 20 numbers. > One copy, for thir acusting the Citmistaas Jvc FOREIGN SUPSCRIPTIONS—To all foreign countries in the postal union, $6.00 4 ye Westexx Ornice—828-829 Marquette Building, Chicago. Acants—/aternational news conipany. tiream's building, Chancery lane o'r, atwnne de Opera, Paris; Saarbach's mews exchange, Main: found uaavailable cannot be guaranteed. DRAWINGS and all coatributio rat should have the sender's ful: iy on each and every separate sket foke or in every instance be written up f paper. Inclosure of st mat retura of material descriptive letter epon a separate sli to insure safe and *EN as the maid whose heart beats pit-a-pat Upon the pave comes quickly to a stop Before the great big window of the shop To cast a glance upon the latest hat That’s here from Paris, high or low or flat, With bird or bud, or both, upon the top, While from her head the eye-balls almost pop And yearns she like the kitty for the rat, So David Bennett Hill, with eyes aglow, Within the window of his fondest dream Observes the crown that he can ne’er obtain— The crown of triumph he will never know, Though in his daily visions brightly beam White houses that he buikis in sunny Spain, UCH of the literary art of toxtay consists in the combined ability of writer and publisher to boom into a great circulation a book ia which liter- ary quality is not even incidental, JN THE presidential yame of golf Gorman tigures most conspicuously as a lost ball. BRYAN is undoubtedly the 1904 choice of the Republican party for the Democratic nomination. -_ T IS BELIEVED that after a while women will forego the use of dia- mond-dust and sprinkle coal-dust on their hair. IF THE USES of adversity are really sweet there is many a festive Thes- pian that may be called a veritable sugar-cured ham. T HAS been said that Tammany is a background against which a negro candidate looks as white as the proverbial snow-white dove. [7 MAY NOT be entirely out of plice to remark in passing that not in- frequently the surgeon’s knife is jnightier than the appendicitis. EVEN a vice-presiential possibility may fondly fancy that he has the inside track when, as t matter of fact, he is hopelessly side-tracked. WE ARE TOLD that Bryan is still food for political thought. As such he may be perfectly safe and harmless when thoroughly predigested and Pasteurized. wee HEN A MAN of good substantial fibre has a compliment paid to his civic virtue in these days it is usually to the effect that he is worth his weight in coal. se JN MANY QUARTERS Croker is seriously regarded as the British manager of the American Democracy, while in many other quarters he is looked upon as the American manager of the British aristocracy. F ALL the tandidates galore Within our vision looming The great majority are more Boomed against than booming. HE THING that the average popular novelist lacks is not so much inspiration as literary conscience. It may also be said without fear of contradiction that literary conscience does not make cowards of many of the so-called romancers of today, HE LITTLE BOY is full of fun; for him there is no shade. The world is brimming full of sun, the roses cannot fide. Upon the grass he rolls all day and kicks his heels on high, and not a swallow is more gay when circling in the sky. He’s happy as the lily fair that dimples all the pool; his rapture trickles off his hair—there isn’t any school. THE OIL-MAGNATE'S DEMISE. ‘Tue rootMaN—' Did marster seem resigned to dle?"” The eutter—" Vell, no. It seemed ‘ard on th’ ole duffer to ‘ave t> die an’ leave h’all these h’ancestors behind ‘im that ‘e's ‘ad such ‘ard work a-collectin’.” comicbooks.com