Judge — December 24, 1904 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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DRAWINGS and all contribations sent to the Art Devartment shoald have the sender's fall name and adéress Ywritten clainly on each and every separate sketch. descriptive letter-press should in dvery instance be writien upon tts indtoidual picture, and NOT uoon a sevarate siio of paper. insure safe and prompt return of material not accented. The accompanying foke or Inciosure of stamps to the full amount of postage ‘s also required, to I" IS the Christmas stocking that often shows, beyond all peradventure, just where the financial shoe pinches. IF CHRISTMAS WISHES were candy horses it is reasonable to conclude that many small boys would require ostrich stomachs. eee L'GHTLY the reindeer cavorts and spills not a toy on the snowdrift While with old Santa serene he stockingward wings like a shot. Bending with colorful gifts, that shimmer and spangle and jingle, Quickly the bright evergreen becomes the big family tree. 'HE PRESIDENT’S best Christmas present will be the voice of the people in the form of an indorsement of all his official acts. He will realize that his efforts for good government are not unappreciated by his countrymen who discriminate between right and wrong. He is and will be the recipient of the square deal which he has promised to give to all without reference to creed or color; and he will learn that the people re- gard the big stick a potent a factor in his hands, wherein it becomes also the biggest kind of a big thing. The public-opinion phonograph will con- vey to the president’s ears many other things that should make his Christ mas a more than ordinarily merry one. If he but read between, around and through the words he will see, in his mind’s eye, the people dancing about a national Christmas-tree, on which the candy dog of good times is bobbing beside the tin horn of prosperity and the gilded fairy of the full dinner-pail. And when he sees all these things, and hears the glad tidings intermingling with the merry Christmas chimes, he will fancy that he can well afford to stand pat in the realization of the fact that he is but receiving a just ovation from the people who last November elected him, so to speak, by a com- bined landslide and earthquake of something like two million votes. ; ‘al Gyan 5; vr? | i} | 4 he: W. Ve Ary BREAKING INTO A CHRISTMAS IDEAL. 'HE TARIFF-TINKER is ever on the alert to make himself heard, whether or not he has anything to say. If he but had a special cave of echo he would be happy, inasmuch as he could then double the effect of his noise without adding to his output of energy. As a noise-maker he is a callithumpian band unto himself, and as such he is scattering his sense- less sound to so great an extent that the clanging and the banging of the brazen Christmas chimes become almost inaudible. To the politician the tariff is a source of endless activity. It is a thing upon which he can harp his senseless sound, and a harp upon which he can sound his harpless sense, in such a way as to attract the attention of those people who find convincing arguments in superheated air launched from the jaw. At the there is much tariff-reform in the air. In fact, the wind is full js a sort of bugbear and hot-air microbe. When the provincial editor and haySeed politician have nothing else upon which to exercise their voices and keep in the public ear, as well as in the public eye, they tune themselves for the occasion and give a more or less artistic recital. It is not so muck what they say as the manner in which they say it that gathers the public ear. These artists should give tariff recitals and be criticised for their beauty of tone, their soaring lightness of touch, their banalities of phrasing, their delicate iridescence of color, and their fleetness and delicacy of technique. It would indeed be a great musical triumph if some genius could but compose a rhapsody which would give the hearer an intelligent idea of the tariff as handled by the hot-air artists with which the country is at present overflowing. Such a number, rendered by de Pachmann, for instance, would be so great a triumph that even tonal blur- ring and perverse exaggeration would not mar the pleasure of the hearers. Such a double-barreled victory might cause the stump-speaker to become a thing of the past in musical centres and create a demand for the services of Paderewski and Hofmann in political campaigns. Jones (who has been asked {0 imitate Santa Claus at Smith's)—‘ This may strike you as a little strange, but the conventional, befurred Saint Nick is a chestnut, and I thought I'd try something original.”" comicbooks.com