Judge — November 21, 1903 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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THE. gobbler ’s sitting in a heap upon the scrawny limb, Of all his rosy-posy pleasant fancies rudely shorn, Along the leaf-embroidered breeze he cannot skip and skim And flap his wings and drum-sticks in the twilight or the morn, Because he knows that soon we will be stuffed as ‘ull of him ‘As now he’s stuffed unto the brim with buckwheat and with corn. OOSEVELT, like Lincoln, is a breaker of gyves, and he is practically doing to-day for the competent knight of labor what Lincoln did for -the negro slave two-score years ago. The president recognizes the fact that the laborer has been more or less a slave, down-trodden and abused through the imperial tyranny of bossism, a condition that is swiftly crumb- ling and fading away under his administration. The workingman of the north has in Mr. Roosevelt as firm and steadfast a friend as the negro of the south found in Mr. Lincoln, and it is to be trusted that he appreciates this golden fact to the full. He knows, or at least should know, that if his skill is of the first order the mills will be open for him night and day, and that his fetters, like those of the emancipated negro, will be things of the past. The survival of the fittest is the end to which the president's utterances and acts on the industrial question are the means. In his hands the workingman will be stimulated to grander and supremer efforts than ever before, and the capitalist or boss that would squeeze the last drop of blood out of him will, if he has his business optics open, realize that he is being swiftly and summarily reduced to pulp under a rough rider that can- not be unhorsed. With Mr. Roosevelt as the boss of the situation, the capitalist and laborer will alike discover him to be a chainless boss—in other words, a boss who is a boss only in the sense of an impartial arbi- trator who believes in fair play and the kind of success that stands only and entirely on its merits. AS A FLOATER of schemes Pierpont Morgan seems to be losing his grip, and his appealing gaze at the investors that will not invest is a most pathetic one when it is considered that a brief handful of moons agone the speculator was quite as helpless in his gaze as is the song-bird in the optic of the rattlesnake. Mr. Morgan used to float better than he knew, and now he sinks better than he ever floated. The day of his greatness is gone, never to return. Every leaf of his laurel-crown has been bitten by the frost and turned to gold, a casual glimpse of which, as it waxes dim- mer and dimmer, causes the prophetic soul of the old money magician to experience a thrill of keen, reminiscent pain, With his divining-rod he can still cause the water of inflation to spout forth, even as copiously as the oil gushes from the well—in the rose-tinted, gilt-edged prospectus of the fake corporation. But no man seems to hanker after this rainbow-water, for fear he may, through imbibing it, become financially typhoided. Mr. Morgan’s ventures into the flowery field of steel have been fruitful of many valuable eye-openers, and it cannot be denied that the undoing of the erst while king of financiers is largely due to his confidence in the inability of the public to-see through his kaleidoscopic methods. In the eyes of the financial world he is not so conspicuous a figure of all-round grandeur as he recently was. In fact, the intelligent financier, in looking him over casually and critically, is reminded of a certain man in the scriptures whose woebegone countenance but served to illustrate the fact that the cause of all his glumness was due to a bellyful of the east wind. LUCKY. They say that the old Chinaman yonder is very rich." Tue visrror- Tue cuink—"" Oh, yes; him very much luckee man, Him born -with silver chop-stickee in mouth.”* comicbooks.com