Judge — August 30, 1902 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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———_—____— Sage AT THE JUDGE BUILDING, 210 FIFTH AVENUE, NEW TORK, Terms to Subscribers. Unit STATES AND CANADA W ADVANCE. ‘Ove copy, one year, or so numbers = = $500 ‘One copy, for thirteen weeks = t= tas ileding the Chesras voce. FOREIGN SUBSCRIPTIONS—To all foreign countries ithe postal union, foo a year, Wesvaan Orrice—§28-829 Marquis Building, Chicago. Eumoraan saixs-actorry—lnernational newe company, Bream's building, Chancery lane, FG, tanto, Brestande, aterat de F Opera, Fare: Us tara ichengt Barns, Gorman The contents of JUDGE are protected by copyright is beth the Usited States and Great Bria. Latriogement ofthis copyright willbe promptly and vigorously prosecuted. ed and sell-addressed envelope with all mavescrpts, ctherwise return of the latter wbes found enavailable cannol be guarasteeé. DRAWINGS and all contributions seat fo the Art Department should have the sender's fo awe and address written plaialy on each and every separate stelch. The accompanyiag joke or Gescrptve letterpress should in every lastance be writen apoe its ldivideal pictare, and NOT txon separate slip of paper. leclosare of stamps to the fll amocat of postage i also required, te insare sate and prompt return of material ct accepted. CRESESL HE Indian carrot monkeys with the gale That kisses oft its shy, uplifted face. It seems a silver pancake made of lace, That tells us golden summer 's turning tail And exodusting, while along the rail The unpied squirrel somersaults apace, And all our fancies, with a new-born grace, Dance to the piping of the unctuous quail. The thistledown drifts round the wild-rose bank; A wistful spirit haunts the lilied mere That soon will be unlilied, don’t you know; And then the Tuscan spry will turn the crank And roast the jingling chestnuts in his cheer And dream he’s grinding “‘ Fra Diavolo.”” [T'S SAID that Croker grows more beautifully and cor- rectly English every day. We trust that this gilt- edged compliment is not entirely unwarranted by facts, and also that the statement includes and covers the syntax of the gay and festive 'squire. F ONLY for the sake of variety, it might be worth while for the enter- prising publisher to consider the advisability of giving the world a series of pre-historical novels. GWEETLY the peach on the tree bedazzles the juvenile optic, E’en as the ring in the shop enchants and holds captive the maiden. ‘Sweetly the peach on love's tree looks down on the smiling beholder, While in the shop of her dreams—the shop of her liveliest fancy, Lost in a vision, she sees, ablaze in an aureate setting, That which is more than a ring—the ring she would gather instanter. Tue WIND discourses weird melodies when it whistles through the moth-eaten fabric of the Democratic outlook. PLATITUDES flow and gurgle by the bucketful when silver money talks or sings to the accompaniment of the harmonicon of Democratic harmony. HE DEMOCRATS, in shuffling what they consider the most available names, seem to be carried away with the idea that there is safety in back numbers. cee NOT THE LEAST of the many martial beauties of the war against the trusts is that when the war is at an end, if that time shall ever come, the country will not be called upon to put any of the battered veterans on the pension-list. me CORRESPONDENT is of the opinion that the acts of the brigands in eliminating the ears and noses of their, captives when a reasonable ransom is not forthcoming, should not be criticised too harshly by an un thinking and unreasoning press. He argues that these so-called atrocities are not always prompted by purely mercenary motives, but that they are often the result of dire and pressing necessity. The small brigand must be fed and shod, and the budding brigandess must be gowned and hatted. Our correspondent adds, with a fervor that is in a way Ruskinesque, that, as these practices are but the means to an end, and that the end is money, the perpetrators should at least be regarded with feelings of common char- ity by all conservative business folk, even when the latter are not entirely in sympathy with one of the few existing institutions of to-day which be- long to and. faithfully endeavor to uphold all the sacred traditions of the age of romance. WHILE the sweet cantaloupe bobs and bangs in our rosiest visions, While the cucumber athwart our appetite cruises serenely, Out in the garden the squash is waxing most mellowly golden, Cast to perform in the pie the part that belongs to the pumpkin. Down on the shell-dappled shore the ocean is breaking and booming, Busting and banging away and rolling and roaring and crashing; Yet 'tis an echo but faint of that which the boniface daily Hurls like J. Pluvius bolts, while woefully beating his bosom, That the bystander may glean a hint of the state of his feelings When, like the petrel, the guest departs with his molars a-chatter. ~.. Vente Wie wet N A HUSTLER. Mrs, Wuirretrez—"* So Josh Medder's niece hez married young Snakeroot? How long wuz he courtin’ her?” Mrs, Oarsim—** Only two Mrs. Wuirrierree—" Dew tell! Unever knew no good come o' marryin’ them forward fellers,"* comicbooks.com