Judge — November 25, 1905 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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DRAWINGS and all contribations sent to the Art Department shoald have the sender's full name and address Ywritten plainly on each and every separate sketch. The accompanying should in dvery instance be written upon its indroideal pictare, and NOT upon a separate slip of paper. Inclosare of stamps 10 the full amount of postage (s also reguired. 10 insure safe and prompt return of material not. AND NORWAY took a king, after all—and this was such a bad year for bosses. eels POOR, benighted Russia, crying for freedom and murdering Jews just for pastime! LAD to see that Mr. Tubby Is to direct the Panama-canal work. by has a good, business-like, canalish sound. A MONUMENT to Satan! Detroit has the honor. conferred the unusual distinction upon his town. LOT OF FOLKS trying to buy Daniel Webster's tomb. Haven't heard who they want to put in it, but there are plenty of dead ones round the country since November 7th. Tub- Citizen Menz has UEER how views differ. Governor Herrick thinks the people voted, ‘on November 7th, for a lot of things they did not need. Mr. Hearst thinks they got a lot of things they did not vote for, and there you are. eee THE ALL-PREVAILING THANKSGIVING SPIRIT. T HAS come to be rather a habit with Americans to affect an attitude of gay cynicism toward their blessings. This sportive disdain, however, - should not be taken seriously. For it is another habit of your American to speak in a light and airy vein of things he cherishes. We joke about marriage, but we really honor it. We pretend to be skeptical of religion, but at bottom your American is profoundly religious. So a world of seem- ing levity gathers round the Christmas and the Thanksgiving seasons. That we should put up a prayer and song of thankfulness at this season of the year because 300 years ago a handful of lonely pilgrims were profoundly moved by a little harvest, the poor fruition of their first year of misery and toil and priva- tion in the new land, may not appear to be commanded by any strong logic. Yet the Thanksgiving custom grows stronger year by year, and from New England has spread to every part of the country. This year finds us with rather better cause for Thanksgiving than usual. As a nation our flag flies higher than ever before, and our world-reputation has gone to par and beyond within the year. Fortunate in a president universally admired, we are likewise greater in our own self-respect as a people since the anti-boss wave that swept the country this November. The country’s prosperity is fairly without precedent, and although it costs us more to live than ever, we are all reasonably happy. Our turkey may soar to something near five dollars a pound, but it tastes good after we get it, and a day of family fellowship, seasoned with a sound spirit of genuine thankfulness, will do us good. THE Tammany wigwam began as a charity organization, But that was over a hundred years ago. And the changes of a century are many. cee AND Just to think of all the things that are happening while a certain puissant gentleman resident in the outskirts of Lincoln, Nebraska, is far away over the ocean! eee A PECULIAR box has been found in the surf on the Greenland coast. Another has been picked up off Tasmania, and still another in the straits of Bab-el-Mandeb. My! how those New York ballots did get scat- tered! eee R. BOURKE COCKRAN says, “I can’t see how the conquest of the Philippine Islands can ever redound to the honor of this country. We'd walk out now if | had my way, but I bow to the decision of the American people.” Mr. C. is getting to be quite a bower, Joke or J. D, ROCKEFELLER POORER THAN WE THOUGHT. E NOTE with some concern what Mr. J. D. Rockefeller has been saying in an English paper, in a burst of autobiographical confidence only rarely vouchsafed to the papers here at home. ‘In my dreams at night,” he says, “I find myself often working over an old cash-account and im- agining that Lam a little short in my ac- counts.” The striking thing about this confession is that the night woes of the millionaire are due to the imagined absence of such a small amount, probably a penny. That one cent stands out menacingly in the forefront of the richest dreams now being dreamt on this continent. Here is a problem for the psychologists. This scribe’s dreams generally have to do with much larger sums than that. The cash transactions of a single dream of ours fre- quently mount up into the thousands. Yet this Midas of uncounted riches, by some occult working of the mind, is reduced to a petty copper for the sport of his night-thoughts. Why is the “‘ stuff that dreams are made off” thus ra- tioned out in such absurd disproportion in the two cases? The imagina- tion, in the unleashed hours of slumber, disports itself in happy and lawless vagrancy. Then we are privileged to see money in bunches, even though it slips away from us as teasingly as it came. Why, then, does J. D. Rockefeller dream of shortages of a cent when he might luxuriate in first- class, million-dollar embezzlements just as well as not? ¢+YOU HAVE a gentleman named Ivins stopping temporarily in: your hotel. He has been running for an office of some sort recently, and, if I remember correctly, he says he has no boss. Will you kindly send up my card?” Thus Mrs. W. M. Ivins of New York on the morning after elec- tion. Mr. 1. was seen immediately to leave the hotel in a cab with the lady. ‘THE ESCAPADES OF COLLEGE-HAZERS. HE COLLEGE-BOY has been furnishing some mighty interesting news for the papers this fall. One or two samples are worth special mention. An Ohio youngster was taken out of his bed late at night, stripped naked, ordered to get down on all fours, and forced to crawl the entire length of the village street, while a pack of fellow-students goaded him along with clubs, whips and sharp sticks. Later they.tied him on the railroad-track and went away. They meant to return before the next train was due, it is said, but unfortunately a special fast train came along in the meantime and ground him to pieces. These young men are in college to develop the emotions and imagination. The memory of that night ought to aid both. They can look back and see their fellow-collegian writhing for an hour in thongs, tortured to madness by the possibility of an unscheduled train. They can imagine the thrill of horror when he felt the rails roaring under the onrush of the juggernaut he had dreaded. They can see him as the mountain of iron leaped upon him. A memory like thaf ought to be fruitful in the after experience of every hazer who had a hand in the job. A bit of news from another seat of learning has acertain relation to the atrocious incident already mentioned. A handful of students caught in a hazing episode were suspended by the faculty, when lo! the whole student body got ready to quit the college. The faculty promptly backed water and restored the transgressors after a mild curtain-lecture. Perhaps campus ruffianism could be stamped out if colleges had the backbone to dismiss the hazing rowdy, even though the last student should leave. comicbooks.com