Judge — August 9, 1902 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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Sudge- AT THE JUDGE BUILDING, 110 FIFTH AVENUE, NEW TORK. Terms to Subscribers. ED STATES AND CAl ‘the Canssricas juoce. FOREIGN SUESCRIPTIONS—To all foreign countries in the postal union, $4.00 a year. i ‘Wastexx Orrice—828-829 Marquette Building, Chicago. HAN SALES AGRNTS—/nternational news company, Bream's building, Chancery lane, EG "Eadon. ‘fireatands,avonae de POM, Park Saarback’s mews tichange, Mares, rman The contests of JUDGE are protected by copyright i he Usited States and Great Br | Intriogemest of this copyright will be promptly and vigorously prosecuted. sped and self-addressed envelope will and unavailable cassot be guaraateed. tions sent fo the Art Department should have the sender's taf: aly on each and every separate sketch. The accompanyiag joke or ould [a every instance be written upos its individual picture, and NOT losare of stamps to the fell amouat of postage is alse required, it retara of material not accepted. CONTRIBUTORS must inciose a s! otherwise retare of the latter when DRAWINGS and all cootri 1 manuscripts, fo insure safe and pre IDSUMMER 's here, with poppies in her hair, | L | And all the happy land 's a cloth-of-gold. } The golf-ball whizzes wildly o'er the wold, The tiger-lily 's dreaming here and thefe, } f, The grim mosquito from his agued lair | Now scurries with the dancing moonbeam stoled; And now the beer is by the yanker doled Like priceless pearls, to drown all thirst and care. The siren flirts beside the swirling sea That flashes in the silver of the moon; The bullfrog’s chaste sonata in the glade Is throbbing and pulsating, while the tree- Toad squawks for rain which is a Juicy boon THE OUTING FLANNEL is now having its inning. ‘THE PINK OF PERFECTION may be found inside of a watermelon. A MAN may be said to be practically out of politics when his bonnet never reverberates with the buzzing of the vice-presidential bee. AT THE present writing the consensus of opinion is that Arthur Pue Gorman is at the very head of the long, long list of presidential im- possibilities. cee R. LITTLEFIELD is certainly the future, if not the present, torch of the pine-tree state. His reasoning is as subtle as magic itself, and is head is so level that he is quite capable of rendering a good account of himself in anything that he undertakes, from the regulating of affairs of state to the umpiring of a baseball game. Therefore we think that for the benefit of summer tourists and native brakemen he should invent a system of pronouncing the names of the Maine lakes. We should gladly go a great distance to hear him pronounce the name of such a lake, for instance, as Chargoggagoggmanchaugagoggagumgamaug. If he can do this his general all-round greatness should forever shine and never come within the pale of criticism. THE WATERMELON, shining, pink and green, Now cheers the soul and gilds the festive scene, And fills us with the kind of joy that ne'er Was builded by the blushful hippocrene. The boniface is not aglow with glee; His guests depart like ships across the sea, Ne’er to return, and so he wrings his hands And beats his breast and murmurs, '* Woe is me!”” The bumble-bee, with chaste abandon, rocks Upon the prim, old-fashioned hoilyhocks, Whose greens and blues and reds and lavenders “Are matched in all the summer’s fancy socks. When it is ninety-seven in the shade. WHEN TAMMANY gives one of its characteristic tom- tom recitals, under a different name, we fancy that we get a line on that elusive thing, if we may so put it, known as Democratic harmony. eee R. GROVER CLEVELAND is both a grand piano and a grand refrig- erator. It all depends upon the point of view. eee [F MR. BRYAN really believes for a moment that he is not as dead as } the proverbial door-nail, politically, it is time for the high-priests to rise up and claim him as a shining light of Christian science. The soft-crab is the pearl of all the sea— A priceless pearl that is a melody; That makes us feel, when it’s within us stored, That all the gorgeous east we hold in fee. ’Tis sweet to watch upon the distant hill The gilded cloud-ship lying low and still, And then to scent the lobster as he sends His pregnant message from the silver grill. "Tis sweet to feel our fancies whirl and whizz Unto the music of the fruited fizz, And drift away unto Olympus high And-quite forget this vale of beers and biz. Mrs. Hanpour—“ I had some bisoul! Weary Witie—' HIS LUCKY DAY. , but they are all gone,” Could yer lend me a nickel ter play policy while me luck lasts, mum?” comicbooks.com