Judge — January 24, 1903 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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AT ‘THE JUDGE BUILDING, 110 FIFTH AVENUE, NRW YORK, Terms to Subscribers. UNITED STATES AND CANADA IN ADVANCE, One copy, one year, or s2 numbers - $5.00 One copy. ithe eae | 2.90 ucteen, week ‘One copy. 7a Prt finistatas Junce, FOREIGN SUBSCRIPTIONS—To all foreign countries in the postal union, $5.00 a year. Westxan Orrice—$28-829 Marguctte Building, Chicago. Eemorean saues-acisrrs—/nternational news company, Brean's building, Chancery ane, fC. Landon. Brontanss, asenue de Oper, Parle: Saarback's newt tachance, Bains, Cormaay The contents of JUDGE are protected by copyright in both the United States and Great Britaia. Intringement of this copyright will b ously prosecuted. pe with all manuscripts, unavailable cannot be guarante fo the Art Department should have the sender's full GOOD POT of money might be made by exhibiting the South American dugs of war in a metropolitan bench-show. HE KENTUCKY ‘COLONEL, be he politician or not, insists upon having his boots as water-proof as his thirst is fire-water proof. . N LOOKING for a candidate to head the ticket in 1904, the Democratic man- agers will fancy that they are hunting the church-fair stew for the time-honored solitary saddle-rock. T WOULD be a fortunate thing for many of our so-called statesmen if a company should be established that would insure their political lives. On second thought, however, the risk would be too great to make a political life-insurance company possible. 'HE COMBINATION of the sublime and the ridiculous is seen in its wildest and most picturesque beauty in the statesman whose appear- ance is leonine, while his language out-platitudes the street-car ‘* ad.”” eee [N LOOKING over the list of Democratic possibilities, be they of the job- lot, bargain-counter, or show-window variety, it is not very difficult to see, without the aid of a telescope, many specimens that are so slippery that, if ashes were sprinkled upon them, their specialty would still be that of the eel. IF THERE IS anything else for which Uncle Sam feels the same regard that he has for his flag it is the prosperity of his children. He is a good and at the same time a level-headed father and general all-round shepherd, and when anything flashes into his ken that savors of a menace to the prosperity and well-being of his social system he is immediately up in arms, that the impending evil may be wiped from his vision. At present the only situation he can see that seems to militate against the silken smoothness of the eighteen-karat good times that he has been ladling out so generously with the large diamond-studded spoon of Republican prosperity is that of the unions who persistently hold the bludgeon of strike over our industries. There is not a workshop or a factory in the length and breadth of this land that is not in the shadow of this club, which appears to be the one and only menace that at present rubs Uncle Sam against the grain. Some day his patience may wear out, and when that day arrives the high-privates of industry may discover that they have barked up the wrong tree, and gain a line on the tempestuous liveliness of a volcano when it is thoroughly wakened and vaselined for action, Uncle Sam is long-suffering and pa- tient, and his good-nature is the apotheosis of all that is smooth and mel- lifluous; but the day may not be far distant when he will doff his sartorial trappings for the fray, and then the fur and the feathers will fly, to the end that the unions may know when they are well off, and also gain a better idea as to what constitutes the real prosperity which can never be theirs so long as they brandish the club of strike against the factory and the work- shop, which is their way of trampling on the golden outlook and kicking all the rubies and diamonds rudely out of it. WHEN GREEK MEETS GREEK the tug of war becomes the main feature of the scene; and it is a fact that goes without saying that any man, though neither a critic nor a patron of art, will always find pleasure in looking at such a picture, if for no other reason than that it illustrates a struggle for that preferred supremacy which means shekels of gold and silver for the victor. At the present time the battle that, so to speak, ab- sorbs the public eye is a continuous one; and although, to use a sporting term, it is toa finish, it is not at all likely that it will ever be finished. This battle, which is a pitched one in the truest sense, is being carried on by two great giants who represent the commercial and the labor-union trusts. Uncle Sam is standing in the background watching the fray with deep interest, and probably wondering how long it will last, and if it will finally be necessary for him to step in and end it. So far as the fate of the two gladiators is concerned, it would be merely a matter of dog eat dog to the average observer, who views things through the spectacles of justice, if it were not for the large imperial fact that the consumer, out of whom these champions of gréed make their financial all, is being so badly trampled on and fractured by them that he may shortly become a subject that will baffle the best exponents of knifeless and bloodless surgery. The consumer is beginning to realize that his anatomy is not boot and club proof, and that even his endurance has its limitations. He is ina sense the goose that lays the golden egg of prosperity, and that as such he should not be crushed to death by the two hot-headed and unreasoning combatants whose fight to attain their own selfish ends is a most emphatic menace to the general welfare. Uncle Sam is in a brown study, for no matter how he turns and twists the situation in his mind a solution of the many-sided puzzle is still as far off as ever. Some day he may take a hand in the game himself, and then, as we have it in the picturesque and flowery vernacular, “there'll be something doing.” IN THE ART-GALLERY. * Rosa Bonheur could paint all kinds of animals. but not men.” ‘ou mean all kinds of animals but men, my dear.”” comicbooks.com