Judge — April 7, 1906 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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FOREI ———S ee So =f ISSA Ht 2D Ar rue Panxen Boriprxc, Forts Avexvx anp Nivereextu Sraxet, New Youn. Wastexx Apvaxrisinc Ornice—1313 Hartford Building, Chicage, Il, UNITED STATES AND CANADA IN ADVANCE. One copy, one year, orsenumbers- = se One copy, six months, or numbers = + eee ‘One copy, for thirteen weeks é PUBLISHED WEEKLY TERMS TO SUBSCRIDERS: = ts00 be Incleding the Cusistaas Juoce. “ S SUBSCRIPTIONS—To all foreign countries in the postal union, $6.50.a year. EvRorean sates-acunrs—Jatermational News Company, Bream’s building, Chancery Lane, F.C, London : Brentano's, Avenue de!" Opera, Paris: Saaréack's News Exchange, Mains, Germany. The contents of FUDGE are protected by comyright in both the United States and Great Britain. Infringement of this copyright will be promptly and rigorously prosecuted. CONTRIBUTORS must inctose a stamped and self-addressed envelove with ail manascriots, othePwise return of the Latter when found unavailable cannot be guaranteed. DRAWINGS and all contribations sent to the Art Devartment should have the sender's fall name and address “written plainly on each and every separate sketch. The accompanying foke or descriptive letter-press should in every instance be written upon its indeoidual picture, and NOT upon a serarate stip of paper. Inciosure of stamps to the fall amount of postage {8 also required, (0 Insure safe and promot return of matertal not accepted. THE AMERICAN SOLDIER AT DAJO MOUNTAIN. HE FIRST and most vivid impression of the Mount Dajo calamity— the one which will survive with many Americans as the truth of the matter—is about as follows: Some six hundred Moros, men, women and children, loving their native land, their religion and their liberty, pursued by our troops, took refuge in the crater of an extinct volcano. The troops, thirsty for revenge, gathered about the rim of the crater and, slowly pressing upon the fanat- ical foe, shot and sabred them to death to the last man, woman and child. This view has been set forth in editorial, ser- mon and cartoon, in order to expose the brutality of the American soldiery, the heartlessness of the Roosevelt administra- tion, and the utter wickedness of the whole Philippine business. Later information by piecemeal has come which changes this Dajo picture completely. The six hundred Moros were a lawless group led by a gang of brigands. They had been preying upon the Moros for years and running away to their mountain hiding-place when attacked. The American assault was not precipitate, but resulted after six months or more of futile persuasion and negotiation. The soldiers were assisted and their work approved by the Moro people who had suf- fered from the depredations of the mountain gang. The fight was not a hand-to-hand butchery. The soldiers opened fire at a distance, and in this way some women and children were killed. It is to be regretted that the true account did not arrive as soon as the sensational one. In any event, it is hard to understand why so many are ready to believe the worst—the unbelievable—about the American soldier. Certainly, as against a band of semi-savages, the presumption is all in his favor. THE PEOPLE WON’T STAND FOR THIS CORNER. CHIEF WEATHER-MAN MOORE of Washington, D. C., has be- come widely and favorably known as the government weather-dis- tributor. Congress has given Chief Moore every facility for knowing more about the weather than anybody else. Establishing weather-supply stations in all parts of the country, he has been able to sit in his office in Washington and receive the very choicest and most varied weathers from everywhere—all fresh and in prime condition. There was an understand- ing that Chief Moore was to turn this weather over each day to the Amer- ican people, and for years he has done so. The American newspapers have had no department so immediately and constantly pleasing to the peo- ple as this daily bit of fiction about the weather. The power of hope and surprise and endless variety was in it. In the midst of a rain-storm there was the perennial and happifying ‘ Weather to- morrow—clearing, with cool winds blow- ing softly out of the south.” Then, when ‘the day was fine, lest men should be too happy, came ever “* Storm-signals on New- England coast—Falling barometer every- where else.” It was with a shock the people learned lately that Chief Moore was getting crusty and miserly about his weather. Then the bolt out of the blue fell. No more barometric readings would be given out. The chief had come to think the weather was all his. He had cornered it! Why? Why any of the trust-corners? Why is evil in us at all? We have only this to say: If Chief Moore doesn’t give us back our weather he will hear something drop soon, and it won't be the gentle patter of snow on the skylight, either. THOSE eleventh-hour speeches of Alton B. Parker's have such a deuced way of raising a rumpus. Pa 64 PHILADELPHIA gets rapid transit at last,” says a head-line. Sounds sort of queer, doesn’t it? «4 (OPEN SHOP for Cupid” is a victory won by the girl-weavers of a big New York factory. The world isn’t all bad. YOUNG WALDORF ASTOR will begin married life with an allowance of $100,000 a year. He may pull through by strict economy. eee NDIANAPOLIS NEWS fears Mr. Hearst will be running for office as long as he lives. Why fear? Only those never elected keep running. SOME OF THE TROUBLES OF HIGH-CLASS PAINTERS. A WELL-KNOWN CARTOONIST drew a picture for a newspaper recently in which a man sat milking on the left side of the cow. The lowa farmers engaged Mr. Edwin Blashfield to do a mural painting for the State House. The painting had a yoke of ‘oxen in it, and the driver was on the off side. The farmers kicked. Mr. Blashfield explained that he had been obliged to put the man on the off side for purely artistic reasons. For similar reasons he had put a long whip-lash in the man’s hand. The man’s head and the whip-lash broke the straight line of the oxen’s backs and created a diversion, as it were, in a section of the painting otherwise too bar- ren of incident. Mrs. Mary Thaw engaged William Willett to paint a Holy City for a window design. Another case of high art gone wrong. The artist betook himself to the summits of the Alleghany Moun- tains, and there looked closely into the manner of the sun’s settings in the vicinity of Pittsburg. Then he made his picture of the Holy City. His customer, according to the newspapers, was in no wise pleased, even saying that it looked more like an ordinary country town than the Holy City. People should pay more attention to the artistic reason. The exigencies of a paint- ing frequently call for a plow that throws the furrow the wrong way; but what’s the difference so long as the plow and the furrow are there? eee CLEVELAND police chief will read an epigram to the force each morn- ing. It’s a grand idea. “* If you can’t boost don’t knock ’’ would be a good beginning. ‘THE MAN who was first to charge up San Juan Hill has organized him- self into a club. The club now has 1,313 members—not counting Theodore Roosevelt and a long waiting-list. eee JF THIS anti-campaign-fund row keeps up, first thing you know we poor people will find ourselves saddled with the expense of electing our gov- ernors as well as paying their salaries afterward. WOMAN committed suicide because she figured that her life expectation called for 18,500 breakfasts with her husband. Maybe that husband takes a less gloomy view of the prospect now, too. HERE is the daily diet of a well-known millionaire: Thin slices of un- buttered toast softened in warm milk or wates; preparations of beef predigested with pepsin and pancreatin albuminoids; weak tea. Comment would be invidious.