Judge — July 12, 1902 — page 2: 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, One copy, one year, or 52 numbers ‘One copy, six months, oF 26 numbers ‘One copy, for thirteen weeks = es Jactading the Cinistatas Jv0c UBSCRIPTIONS—To all foreien countries in the postal union, $6.00 a year rrice—$28-829 Marquette Building, Chicago. NTs—International mews company, Dream's building, Chancery lane avenue de f Opera : 3 EC, Landon. Gormany accompanyiag joke of descriptive letter. 1s individual picture, and NOT ‘upon a separate slip of paper. Inclosare of stamps to the full amouat of postage is also required, ot retare of material aot accepted. name and HE poppy ’s gayly nodding in the wheat That bends and ripples in the western breeze, And now the farmer formulates the cheese Whose first name ’s pot, the which no guest will eat; And while the summer girl on twinkling feet Whirls lightly to the orchestra’s wild wheeze The fiscal orange very hard we squeeze For juice with which the hand of fate to beat. Our fancies lurk about the leaf-fringed bow! Till, bound for nowhere in a bark of dreams, We idly drift without an oar to steer, Because vacation visions fill our soul With golden joy, more golden than the beams Of sunshine dancing on a glass of beer. cee JF THERE ISN'T a ping-pong ticket in the field during the next cam- paign it is quite likely that each and every platform will contain a ping- pong plank. THE cabbage-leaf hat-lining, From here to Samarcand, Is like the high-ball shining, And simply owns the land. And while the girl is pining On mountain and on strand The Jerseyman ’s quinining Himself to beat the band, VAY at the top of the tree the urchin ’s devouring the apple; Filling himself to the brim, he grins like the painted Comanche As he lopes over the plain, a jubilant, howling volcano, Seeking the one he may scalp to gild a few moments in passing. Then he descends from the tree and gathers a cramp with his stomach ; Like the Comanche he howls and rolls on the roseate clover. Kicking his heels in the air, all frantic he tosses and tumbles— Tosses and tumbles and kicks—which fact ’s but an etching of summer. WHERE there is so much smoke there is sure to be some soft coal. THE SHINING BEAUTY of many a political reputation is only white- wash deep. : HE LATEST WAY of putting it is that the average door-nail is as dead as Gorman, wat the Democratic party needs at the present writing is a good stiff Bryan anti-toxin. AN ENTHUSIASTIC agricultural poet maintains that cabbage bears the same relation to corned beef that Venice bears to the sea. eee GREAT DEAL of the presidential timber that is drifting around on the sea of politics is hemlock stained to look like rosewood. THE REAL CROESUS of to-day is the man who has such an abundance of shekels as to be pointed out as one who has money to buy meat, and also as the man at whose board beef-soup flows like water. THE LIBERAL Democratic party is not content to denounce the name and fame of David Bennett Hill, but insists on overstepping the bounds of good taste by jumping on and desecrating his political grave. [F THE CONTORTIONIST who performs all sorts of posturing feats, which might be called physical pyrotechnics, in spangled tights could only arrive at the point of perfection in doing the same thing mentally in a swallow-tailed coat he could go into the flowery field of machine politics and not have the ghost of a chance of success against many of the human eels that hold the fort and are less sinned against than sinning. FF for the mountains and sea, and off for the sea and the mountains, ‘Swiftly the crowd caracoles, abeam with excitement and pleasure, Some lighting out for Squedunk, and others for Pemigewasset Caper and dance and cavort, care-free as the airy mosquito. List to the boat as it blows its whistle, that scissors the welki List to the chime and the shriek that pop from the big locomotive Look at the baggage and dogs, and note the loud squall of the babies, Then in a jiffy you'll know we've come to the season of outing. egal set —— ALL HE DESIRED. Conen (as Levy is run over by an ** auto"’)—"* Get tamages, Levy—get tamages!"* Levy—“ Mein Gott, Cohen! do you t'ink I'm a hog?” _»-§- <i sei comicbooks.com