Judge, 1902-08-02 · page 2 of 16
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This cartoon satirizes concerns about population decline in America. The caption shows a vagrant ("Tramp") dismissing worries that drinking kills men, claiming "I've noticed dat most drunkards usually leaves a wife an' about eight children." The image depicts a disheveled drunk man surrounded by numerous children in rags, suggesting that even the poorest, most dissolute members of society reproduce prolifically. The satire targets two anxieties simultaneously: fears about national population and anxieties about the "unfit" reproducing at higher rates than educated classes—a eugenic concern popular in early-20th-century America. The joke's dark implication is that depopulation isn't a worry because even the most economically worthless people have large families, undermining concerns about America's demographic future.
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PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT THE JUDGE BUILDING, UNITED STATES AND CANADA 1 ADVANCE. ‘One copy, one year, or 52 numbers - ‘One copy, six months, or 26 numbers ‘copy, for th reeks = "Fnctading the Cueisratas Juocs FORFIGN SUBSCRIPTIONS—To all foreign countries in the postal union, $4.00 a year. Wesrexx Ornice—$25-829 Marquette Building, Chicage. Fomorean sauts-actxrs—lntcrnational net company. Dream's building, Chancery lane, EC. Donia Greatandt, avenue de F Opera, Parke, Saarbach's news Cichange, Mate, to the Art Department should have the sender's fall te sketch. The accompanyieg joke or 100 its individaal pictore, and Ni tage is also required, paper. leclosure of stamps to the tel pt retare of material not accepted. F)HE poppy flames and ripples in the wheat That waves beneath the peaceful summer sky, And round his neck the petulant ki-yi His license sports while roaming field and street. The cloud-ship and the white-capped billow meet And blended in the distance seem to lie, While to the luscious huckleberry pie We bow and scrape with joyful head and feet. The lily idly bobs upon the stream, The umpire ’s mangled in the fractious fray; And now the waiter with a broad-gauge smile, Ne’er mixing Irish stew, pistache ice-cream, And fish-ball, on his finger spins the tray While gliding like a swallow down the aisle. ITH the average statesman distance does not lend so great enchantment to a view of the white- house as to make a telescope a thing devoutly to be unwished. M® TILLMAN continues to be a Niagara of sound and a garden-hose of sense. wee ANY an enthusiastic champion determines to stand by his colors before first making sure that he is not color-blind. MAn¥ a candidate for public office is not as immaculate as he is white- washed. A MISFIT MEMORY and a receding conscience are not the worst combination in the making of a machine politician. F MR. BRYAN is waiting for his party to call him he may, ere long, fancy that he is in a department store, waiting for the small change that does not arrive with the wings that riches are said to have. eae BESIDE the sea we gayly kick and sigh, While golden rapture knocks all care sky-high: “Oh, rose, where is your thorn—oh, where, when we're Presented to the crisp green-apple pie?” coe THE PUGILISTIC CONTINGENT might find a rare acquisition in Bailey of Texas if the latter would but take a post-graduate course in thetoric. He has all the necessary brute force and to spare; but when it comes toa nice distinction in the choice of words and a delicate appreciation of subtle shades of meaning, the burly Texan cannot be said to be ona level with those fistic gladiators who are acknowledged masters of phrase, and therefore shining examples of championship form. IRIUS, floating on high, a warning should be to the bow-wow Never to lurk in the street or monkey around on the pave, Lest he fall into the net that’s swung by the subtle magician Neath the cold wave to discourse a flippitty, flappitty flop. COMPETITION is becoming so keen in the real-estate business that after a while we may hear of some enterprising concern offering nomination for office to any man who will buy a lot. Though irrelevant, it may not be out of place to hazard the opinion that the landscape painter may yet see fit to give a pound of tea to each purchaser of a picture in order to offset the effect on his business of the system of the up-to-date grocer who gives a picture to each and every man that buys a pound of coffee. HE blithe sea-serpent slides And glides Along the sounding beach, Where joyously cavorts And sports The peacherino peach, Who in the turquoise sea With glee Goes flipping with a flap To let us know somehow That now Vacation is on tap. roe Tramp—" Oh, I don't know, mum. I've noticed dat most drunkards usually leaves a wife an’ about eight children.” NO FEAR OF DEPOPULATION. Wouan— Don't you know that rum kills more men than war? Why, if all men drank, the country would soon be depopulated.”* comicbooks.com ____—_——e—