Judge — July 5, 1902 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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Sage. PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT THE JUDGE BUILDING, 110 FIFTH AVENUE, NEW TORK. Terms to Subscribers. UNITED STATES AND CANADA IN ADVAN ‘Ove copy, one year, or 52 numbers - - $5.00 ‘One copy, six months, oF 26 numbers _ 3.30 S Gee copy; for hartees weeks = = “Facloding the Cuntsraas jeoce, UBSCRIPTIONS—To all foreign countries in the postal union, #.00 4 year n—#28-829 Marguette Building, Chicago.” AGENTS—/atermational news my, Bream's building, Chancery lane, EvRorean $4 ipa . London, Brentane's, arwnue det Opera, Paris: Saarbach's mews exchange, Mains, Gorma: The contents of JUDGE are protected by ¢ bt in both the United States and Great Britais. DRAWINGS and all contributions seat fo the Art Department shoold have the sender's ful: jen plainly on each and every separate sketch. letter. press should in every instance be written pon its in « ate slip of paper. Inclosure of stamps to the full amoust of postage is also to insure safe and prompt return of material wot accepted. HE ice-cream high-ball on the counter stands, A pink-built joy, an evanescent boon, And o'er it, beaming like the summer moon, The wistful maid uplifts her lily hands. Within her vision, as the drink expands, She at it aims and darts the slender spoon, E’en as the whaler does the long harpoon That on the whale he like chain-lightning lands. A surging melody then stirs her soul And makes her fancies dance a rosy jig. Her optics whirl, and she is quite on top With ecstasy, suggesting rapture’s goal, Where now she dwells while pouring down that biz Long drink of which she doesn’t lose a drop. HE MAN in whom there is a fine stratum of unde- veloped virtue and greatness is no longer called rough diamond. He now enjoys the enviable reputa- tion of being known as a rough lump of coal. 'HE PRICES charged for seats at the coronation should place this imposing ceremony on a financial level with the Italian opera and the American prize-fight. wee B!8uULous PERSONS should not look upon the bowl too frequently on the Fourth lest they lose their héads and flee in terror when they see the snakes sizzle and whizzle out of the sky-scraping rocket. THE HEAD that wears a crown does not lie uneasy if the owner has the forethought to hang it on the hat-stand before retiring. It may also be truthfully said that the feminine head does not lie uneasy that happens to wear a coronet. ‘OR at least a little handful Of swift years, flown here and there, Edward Seventh’s crowning glory Hasn't been his topmost hair. Mt ALL is not gold that glitters in a coronet will be thoroughly un- derstood and appreciated by the impoverished peer who attends the coronation bedecked in a specimen hired from a theatrical costumer, that, in point of intrinsic value, is about on a level with an antique tomato~<an. ANG! bang! 5 the cannon—east, west, south and north— To tell all Americans this is the Fourth; And though they well know all the cannon’s cute game, They like it to tell them this thing just the same. I" IS the opinion of a correspondent that the most expert and nimble Coney-island waiter will never spin down the aisle twirling a plateful of oxtail soup on his dexter finger with a grace and airiness so consum- mate as that which the duke of Marlborough will display when he glides to the front the crown, PERHAPS the brightest and most wildly picturesque fourth of July fireworks, as regards topsyturviness of form and general uniqueness of effect, will be those set off by the orator who, in his peroration, would at the same time stir the hearts of the people and do a little miscellaneous campaign somersaulting on the side. eee THE BUMBLE-BEE goes on a spree; all day the nodding rose he sips. The lily jumps and bangs and bumps along the ripple as it rips. The high-ball beams and glints and gleams and lifts one to a rosy sphere. The peachy peach along the beach is now coquetting there and here. To beat the fates disintegrates the umpire ‘neath the whirling bat; and now we glide and slip and slide as lively as the moonlit cat for mountain, sea and verdant lea, to leave behind the dusty town and get the fly alert and spry where old King Edward gets the crown, HIZZING the pin-wheel is heard, the ball of the candle is popping Into the sky with a bang that fills the small boy with enjoyment. Hissing the snake in the stars exudes from the petulant rocket— Washington rides on his horse and smiles as he blazes in glory. Bang! goes the pistol, and bang the hand of the banger a finger Flips in the air with the bang that’s drowned by his loud lamentation. Next time the gun he'll eschew, and with the big union torpedo Clip the bow-wow on the jaw and knock the tom-cat off the paling. Teste at MAKING A NAME. Mrs. Justetessep—"' We are going to name him Albert Edward, but we feel sure baby will make a name for himself before he is thirty.” Uncie Crusty—" Yes: he'll be lucky if he doesn't have half a dozen aliases by that time,” comicbooks.com