Judge — December 6, 1902 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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JT MAY be truthfully said of the coryphée that no matter how long she remains on the mimic stage she never grows gray in the service. THERE MAY be reports of terrific hailstorms be- fore long, for the reason that the thousand and ‘one candidates, real and imaginary, will shortly be untrunking their booms and shaking therefrom the tar-balls to the four winds, RYAN is so potent a factor in the average Re- publican clean sweep that it is to be hoped that his reported intention of retiring from the field of politics, in which he is a three-ring circus unto him- self, is entirely without foundation. A SOUTHERN Democratic paper appears to be in great distress over the fact that it cannot quite make up its astute mind as to whether the tariff is a mascot or a hoodoo. This being the case, we should think it would display sound sense and wisdom by abandoning a subject that it practically confesses it does not understand. But perhaps this paper is not sufficiently familiar with the principles of oc- cult science to differentiate the mascot and the hoodoo. THE FACT that the study of Greek is being abandoned in many colleges should not seriously disturb people who favor culture and learning. Such people must fancy, if they notice the literary composition of many of the college-bred authors of to-day, that English was dropped from the uni- versity curricula many years ago. wat the Democratic party really needs just at present is a Joshua. For an aggregation of picturesque wild men and fakirs the Demo- cratic party is practically the greatest show on earth, and it is not likely that a Joshua can be found in its ranks. The trouble with the party of uncledbhill is that it is short on Joshuas and long on Jonahs. ae SONG of the would-be candidate is not heard in the land to any extent at the present writing. This song, which is usually a sees ithout words so far as meaning anything definite is concerned, has Not, so to speak, petered out, but is merely in a state of temporary repose, the singer having concluded to give his mouth a long-needed rest and to saw wood. It should be understood, though, that any of these creatures, be he politician or statesman, can saw wood and talk at the same time, but that fuel is at present so dear that there is more to be made out of the saw than out of the jaw, as talk is always mbre or less cheap. It is beautiful to observe these forensic gladiators as they sway to and fro, with the per- spiration of honorable toil dripping like smoked pearls from their mighty mental domes. It should, to say the least, secure for them the labor vote, and it may not be out of place to remark in passing that if they would only appear in this rdle on the rostrum during a campaign the workingman would be pretty sure to support them at the polls. Having their mouths shut would aléne help them to reach the goal of their ambitions, and a new shibboleth, ‘‘ The saw is mightier than the jaw,” might thus become a campaign phrase fit to stand beside that of the full dinner-pail. WHEN the chill airs of November hurtle through the boughs the bra- vura of the pig may be heard. We are now at that period known as pig-killing time, and the pig discourses his dire thoughts on his death-rat- tle, which may be heard a mile distant. It seems, therefore, quite appro- priate that the “mammoth porker known as the American tobacco trust should be stuck and suspended from its hinder members, with a corn-cob between its jaws to keep them wide open, and thus show the ruling pas- sion strong in death. his monster might be called, not corn, but small- dealer-fed pork, without fear of offending the most fastidious stickler for decency. His grunt is anything but melody, and his habits are not those that could make him a paragon in any well-regulated sty. He is a disturb- ing element in tobaccodom and a menace to the prosperity of the small dealer whose paraphrastic motto is ‘Smoke and let smoke.” The fact that this uncanny fungus disports on the crest of the wave of fortune must be a joyful morsel for one with an aptitude for paradox. Therefore the tin- tinnabulation of his shriek in the chill November air should be dulcet melody, and the knife of justice gliding across his imperial, pendulous neck would cause joy to all who feel that society would be better off when his.flesh is in the barrel and his hide is worked up into footballs and dress-suit ¢: merce eee HAD LIFE ENOUGH LEFT. New .ranson—' Let me offer prayer—let me offer prayer!” . Bronco’ Bit—" Better not, parson. Thos get le enough left in bim to shoot. comicbooks.com