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

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DRAWINGS and all contribations sent to the Art Department should harve the sender's full name and aires ‘written pla’nly on each and every separate sketch. The accompanying Joke or descriptive letter-press should in every instance be written upon its indtoldual picture, and NOT apon a separate stip of paper. Inctosare of stamps to the fall amount of postage 1s also required, to insure safe and promot return of material not accepted. ALONG the way the thistle blows, likewise the golden-rod ; And while the crimson leaflet glows and all the sumachs nod, It means, as every poet knows, that soon the soothing tod Before the old brass dogs will beam and in the dancing light ’Twill make the future brightly gleam and put all care to flight, And make us fancy all our dream a wild Arabian night. VEN AS THE INDIAN was crowded out and away to the plains to make room for civilization, it now looks as if the time may not be far off when the Adirondack guide and hunter will be compelled to vacate his territory, that it may be cut up into great parks and occupied by oil-kings, iron czars, breakfast-food emperors, coal mikados, and other arrogant specimens of high-priced commercial royalty. These porkers who own so great a portion of the Adirondack wilderness fancy that they have every- thing chained hard and fast for their own use, from the native trapper to the native bear and deer. They own the trees which the native must not cut down, and they own the air which the native must not breathe. After a while they may see fit to drive out the invalid and the railroad, and deny the night-prowling animals the privilege of giving vent to their various welkin-splitting bazoos. It is a question how long the natives, whose patience is worn about threadbare, will stand the tyranny and nonsense of these millionaire invaders with counter-jumping instincts. They (the na- tives) have threatened these park-owners with all sorts of treatment calcu- lated to fill them with terror. It is to be trusted, however, that they will not take to shooting them like catamounts and skunks, on which, we believe, there is no game-law. The natives should see to it that a game- law be immediately put upon the Adirondack millionaire, and that it be so made and provided that the said millionaire may be shot from the first of June to the first of November. That would keep the bonnet baron in his shop during the summer season, and save him from indulging in the un- pleasant reflection that in the bang of arrifle his real-estate holdings may be reduced from ten thousand acres to that insignificant parcel whose dimensions are six feet by two. | ‘ UST AT PRESENT the siren of Democracy is extremely coy and be- witching in the eyes of her various suitors. Though gowned and hatted in the latest style, which serves as a background that ill befits one of her age and cork-screw curls, she capers and disports in the lightest and airiest manner possible. She is singing in her most fascinating fashion the ever- alluring song which has for its burden the Democratic nomination and it: attendant greatness, such as it is. Every note of this empty, threadbare medley is eagerly absorbed by each member of the old guard of contin- uous candidates. Even the strident buzz-saw voice of the frisky one with the alligator skin, which is sadly in need of a coat of vaseline and a good sand-papering, is like softest music to the attending ears of these crafty Ksteners, who are held spell-bound by the tripping notes, which to them are syllables of gold. They all woo her with a fondness that is de- votion itself. Peanut Hill and Cyclone Bryan are chewing the rag of gilt- edged hope and expectation, and Mr. Cleveland does not, to all intents and s, appear to be hurrying from the scene for the purpose of indulz- reigning weakness for duck-shooting. Olney, decorated with his finest bean-fed smile, has his hands over his ears like funnels, while Gor- man looks as if about ready to fall on the ground, after the manner of the aborigine, to ascertain if there is anything of importance to be heard. The siren of Democracy has been wooed and won so many times that she should at this day have a line on the worth and merits of her wooers. In any event, her successful suitor, whoever he may be, of this variegated crowd will be entitled to congratulations, while the frisky siren in name, and the ancient squaw in fact, will be the recipient of much heartfelt sym- pathy from those long-headed people who believe that she will do better if she will but advertise for a champion in the morning papers. ALL RIGHT. * Riley, ye owe me an apology—ye called me a liar.” Rier— Yure a liar—Ol didn't!" “Well, it's all roight, thin, an’ ye don't owe me an apology.” comicbooks.com