Judge — October 10, 1903 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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DRAWINGS and all contibations sent to the Art Department should have the sender's full name and address ‘written plainly on each and every separate shetch. The on accompanying joke letler-press should in every instance be ‘anttien upon tts tndtotdeal pictere, and NOT upon a separate slip of paper, Inclosure of stamps to the full amoant of postage ts also required, to descriptive | insure safe and prompt retar of matertal not LL is an elephant for peanuts. oe HAIL: glorious disk of shinin That beams serene from “ silken Samarcand’” be} To Kiskatom and Skaneateles, And filigrees and arabesques with joy Our smoothest dreams—all hail, oh, moon of squash! eee THE PERIOD of pumpkin pie now captures us upon the fly. We munch the chestnut with the joy peculiar to the little boy, and watch the golden leaflets pass in eddies o'er the fading grass. . The baseball match is waxing glum, the frost is sparkling on the plum; and while the night winds weirdly moan a weary, dreary monotone, we pop the corn and light the logs, and watch them sputter on the dogs, the while we brew the juicy rum that sends grim care to kingdom come. The bathing-suit so light and frail is swinging round upon a nail. The inn is closed upon the shore; the boniface is sad and sore. The woodcock that is not on toast is singing on the old fence-post; and while the salvia its torch is waving round the an- cient porch, we jump and sing because we know, by all the rabbit stew aglow, to wake our bubbling mirth and cheer, that dear old, sweet old, autumn 's here. eee ‘THAT ROOSEVELT will be the banner-bearer of his party in 1904 is quite as certain at the present writing as that he will lead his party to victory. Many soreheads and students of the puzzle<department sort are endeavoring to discover some obstacle that will upset the president’s hopes and prevent his receiving the nomination that is logically his. These stu- dents, who usually belong to the grocery-barrel school of thought, woud do better if they would take to sawing wood and not waste their time and the time of the people who listen to their statements in open-mouthed won- der. Sometimes they advance the argument that Wall street will stand in his way. And when it is not Wall street it is anything else they happen to think of on the spur of the moment as being thoughtful and convincing. Mr. Roosevelt is not a mere creature of booms, fireworks and press-agents; and he is not going about blowing horns. He is as sure of securing the nomination for the presidency in 1904 as his opponent, whoever he shall be, is certain of meeting the political snow-storm that covers and hides from view. And all the arguments of the grocery whittling and expectorating contingent will not convince any sane, thinking man that the aforesaid pre- diction will not come to pass. we PERHAPS the gravest and knottiest question of the day, as well as the one which no one seems to be able to satisfactorily answer, is the immigration conundrum. And that question, in its most puzzling form, is— is the average immigrant a blessing or a curse to the country. There are all sorts of opposite opinions on this point, which do not begin to solve the problem. One man maintains that the immigrant brings muscle and new blood to our shores; another, of equally sound judgment and penetration, argues that he cheapens labor; a third gives it as his opinion that he is a menace to everything that is decent in our institutions; while a fourth re- mains unshaken in the conclusion that he is a disseminator of anarchy and disease. It will thus be seen that the immigrant is likely to continue to be food for thought and discussion for some time to come. Perhaps the fair- est view to take of the question is that there are immigrants and immi- grants, and that the country at large knows many specimens of the various types of good and bad. But whether he is an acquisition or a detriment, the fact remains that he continues and will continue to cross the seas and land on our shores in swarms, like house-flies on the heaving bosom of a pie. Therefore let us look on the bright side of him, and hope. ig A BLOW AT HAPPINESS. : Mr. Roony—‘* Whin parliamint passes th’ landlord bill there will be no more throuble in Oireland."” Mr. Moony—"No more throuble, is it? Shure, do th’ English tyrants want to deprive th’ poor Oirish av phat little preasure they hov?"” comicbooks.com