Judge — March 19, 1904 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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PUBLISHED WE At THE PARKER BUILDING, POURTH AVENUE AND NINETEENTH STREET, New YORK. Westen Apvaerisine Orrice UNITED STATES AND CANADA One copy, one year, or sz numbers - ‘Ove copy’ six mont ‘One copy, for thirteen weeks FOREIC SUBSCRIPTION Eunornan sates-acents—/nternational News Company, Bream's building, Chancery wane, F.C, London : Brentano's The contents of FUDGE are protected by copyright in both the United States and Great Britain. 1313 Hartford Building, Chicago, Ut ADVANCE. 26 numbers - " cluding the Cusisrutas Juoce. To all foreign countries in the post nue del" Opera, Infringement of this copyright will be proms union, $6.00 a year. jaws Exchange, Mains, Germany. iy and digorousty prosecuted. CONTRIBUTORS must inctose a stamoed and self-addressed ertoelope with all manascripts, otherwise return of the Latter when found unarvailatie cannot be guaranteed. DRAWINGS and all contributions sent to the Art Department should have the sender's full name and address Written plainly on each and every separate sketch. descriptive letter-press shoald tn dbery instance be writien upon its indioidzal pictare, and NOT upon a separate slip of paper. insure safe and prompt return of material not accepted. A MAN may be footless and legless and still succeed in climbing to the top, which is victory, if he is but the happy possessor of a ladder-head. N THE WILD WHIRLPOOL of war that is at present doing the live- liest kind of spinning in the far east, it begins to look as if the Russian and the Jap may not have it all to themselves for any great length of time. It is true that they now hold the middle of the vortex and whirl, while they slash and gash each other, in the glorious glamour of the limelight. Not a great distance from the spot where the spinning is the liveliest Uncle Sam and John Bull and the kaiser are watching the conflict with marked interest and anxiety. It is to be trusted that they will not venture so near to the spinning point as to become a part of the contest, which is not a pink tea by any means. If they should, however, become so involved as to constitute a part of the whirl, the old man of to-day would be reminded of the circus-days of his youth, when the show opened with the grand cavalcade of all nations. Time will tell whether or not these sympathizers can keep out of the festivities which are now in full blast. and the Jap are hacking and whacking away, and the air is full of eyes, ears and noses. The outsiders observe these martial amenities, and appear to be yearning for an opportunity or excuse to enter and become a part of the fray. Before diving into the vortex, however. it is to be trusted that they will not forget to don their life-preservers. R. CLEVELAND has a large, breezy, picturesque mind; and at this time of the y Mora, RoosevEET The accompanying juke or Inclosare of stamos to the full amount of postage ts also required, (0 his spring medicine like a man, his thinking apparatus is in a pretty lively and frisky condition. He is now more a mental juggler of facts than a dreamer of dreams, and when all is said and done he points the finger of scorn at the Nebraska blatherskite and the finger of pride at himself. He stands to-day before the country in the heroic attitude of the cigar-store Indian who, though battered and a little the worse for wear, does not en- tirely 1..:1 to win a sympathetic glance from the passer who can appreciate the smile of supplication that seems to be more than merely paint deep. The Princeton prophet would have us believe that he does not want the office. And he tells us so in such terms as to lead us to imagine that, if the office were to project the magic lasso at him, he would side-step in a manner calculated to excite the envy of the best pugilistic practitioner, : i al-culture experts to understand how plum-pudding could spin like atop. Mr. Cleve- mental road-map, and that he knows the short- The way to Democratic success, seen through hi: s, is certainly a most balmy and picturesque thoroughfare. It rippl nshine and is redolent of sweetest flowers, but gives no hint to the wayfarer that the political path that is golden to the eye often proves to be a grinding treadmill to the feet. We fancy, and with all due respect, that Mr. Cleveland sees the political future only through his mind’s eye; and if his mental vision has half the kaleidoscopic power that it should have under these favorable conditions, we should not be tonished to learn that he already sees himself not only safely domiciled in the white-house, but in the hilarious act of leaving the same historic pile for a fortnight’s duck-shcoting on Chesapeake bay. Genvecneo NX \ SWELLING THE ROLL. Moose Meavow snerire—‘ Yes, that's Spike Moran, alias Big Eddy, alias Jim Thornton, alias Kid McDuff. Strancer—“' But why do you let him live here?” Sherirp—“' Jest to fat up the census, He's a burglar." We put him in the directory under each name, you see."" comicbooks.com