Judge, 1903-03-07 · page 2 of 18
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This page contains two main sections: **Upper text:** Two editorial pieces discussing Uncle Sam's grain production and Florida fishing/tourism—praising American agricultural and recreational industries without obvious partisan critique. **Lower cartoon ("Genealogical"):** A domestic scene showing women and children in conversation. Mrs. Grady and Mrs. Kelly discuss family lineage, with Mrs. Kelly claiming her family was "founded" while Mrs. Grady counters that none of them were "ever loath but little Timmy." The satire appears to mock *social pretension*—specifically Irish-American women claiming superior ancestry or social standing. The humor lies in deflating such claims with working-class vernacular and the implied ordinariness of their actual backgrounds. This reflects Judge's frequent satirizing of immigrant communities' attempts at social climbing in early 20th-century America.
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PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT THE JUDGE BUILDING, 110 FIFTH AVENUE, NEW YORK, Terms to Subscribers. UNITED STATES AND CANADA 1M ADVANCE. One copy, one year, or sa numbers - One copy, six months, or 26 numbe: One copy, tor thirteen weeks = es = icading the Cotmisricas Jvoce. FOREIGN SUBSCRIPTIONS—To all foreign countries in the postal union, $6.00 a year. Wasraxn Urrice—$ 28-820 Maryuctte building, Chacage. races company, Erearn’s building, Chancery lane. jpcvar' Farle: Gaarkach's mrws tcchange, Bates. EC. Lande Germany. The contents of JUDGE are protected by copyright in both the United States and Great Britaia. at of this copyright will be pr st jon, Brentano's, a2 vigorously prosecuted. self-addressed envelope with all mauscripts, to the fell amount of postage is also requiree 1 nat accepted. HILE UNCLE SAM raises a sufficient quantity of grain to supply the earth with pancakes, pie and high balls, and in so doing proves that he is a good farmer and a generous provider, it must be admitted that he is not always quite wide awake to his own safety and inter- ests on the sea. That he has money to ignite must go ing, and that he has the biggest factories in the world is simply a bald statement of fact. He can make automobiles faster than a foreign factory can turn out hats, and the heads that wear crowns lie uneasy when they think of him and his many achieve- ments. They naturally wonder, as do many Ameri- cans, why he does not raise fewer bushels of wheat and build a greater number of battleships. Perhaps he believes that swords were made for plowshares and spears for pruning-hooks, or he may realize that he is quite as well able now, as in the past, to build ships at the shortest kind of short notice if necessity demands it. It is only fair to assume that Uncle Sam knows his business at the present time quite as well as in the days when he made it lively for any one that un- dertook the hazardous proceeding of knocking the chip off his shoulder. And yet we feel that it is the privilege of any American to ask him why he does not build his navy up, that it may be as large proportionately as his ing more brightly as a husbandman and a provider than as a marine fighter, and we trust that he may some day feel disposed to give that reason and set the minds of his people and the world at rest. Being an acknowledged big thing on ice, in all that the term implies, it seems but right and proper that he should also be a big thing on water in the number of his battle-ships as well as in the prowess which all the world acknowledges to be his. WHILE THE SNOW-SHOVEL is knocking the wind-blown lines of beauty out of the snow-drifts, and the snow-ball whizzes sharply through the air, seeking whose high hat it may take off, in these parts, the dainty and delicate society belle may be seen in Florida dreaming of matri- mony among the orange-blossoms, playing golf and tennis on the undulat- ing green, or bobbing gayly and joyfully on the white-capped waves of the sea. Wherever this lithe beauty is, it is an earthly paradise, without ref- erence to tne season of the year, because she takes the early summer with her wherever she goes. While she sits on the sand under a parasol whose colors are intended to emphasize her dimpling beauty and looks wistfully across the turquoise sea, in which she discovers fine note- and wall-paper effects, she thinks of the bargain-counters of her native town and-of the sacrificial sales, until her dreams are gayly embroidered with pictures of “the changeable suits of apparel, and the mantles and the wimples and the crisping-pins, the glasses and the fine linen, and the hoods and the veils.”* And in all likelihood the nobility, registered and unregistered, is represent- ed by the hawk-eyed scions and sprigs who are always on hand to gather anything, from an American heiress to a drink, and who, with the olfac- tories of the bloodhound, scent the free lunch from afar, while they seek how they may brace up and fortify their financial health. The fisherman can fish to his heart’s content, and the stories he may tell about the dimen- sions of the large specimens that drop from his hook will not place his veracity within the pale of criticism, as the fish of Florida are actually as large as those that flap in the imagination of the anglers of the north. The only fact connected with angling in Florida that disturbs the serenity of the northern fisherman is that the fish -bite too fast and are too easily landed. He is also disturbed by the fact that no guide is required. What the scien- tific angler of the north considers the correct thing in angling is to be com- pelled to pay a guide three dollars a day to row him around a lake in which there are no fish. To fish all day and catch nothing seems to be the cor- rect thing from a purely scientific point of view, and the angler of skill naturally does not consider himself a sportsman while using a rod and reel on tarpon and other large Florida fish that he fancies he could as easily catch by jumping into the sea, equipped with an ordinary pair of ice-tongs. 0 fails to find any genuine rapture and recreation in catching wild turkeys, like butterflies, in scap-nets, and alligators, like eels, in eel-pots. Fortunate are they who can leave their business cares in the safe-deposit vault and fly to this land of sunshine and green trees that reek with cocoanuts, iridescent monkeys, and what not, while the hyacinthine zeph- yrs steal through the lisping foliage and discourse the rag-time that soothes the spirit and builds up the appetite alike of the just and the other big things. He may have some good and sufficient reason for shin- unjust. GENEALOGICAL. Mrs. Gravy—" Phin was yure family founded, Mrs. Kelly?" Mrs. Ketty——" Founded, Mrs. Grady? Shure, none av thim was iver losht but little Timmy.” comicbooks.com