Judge — August 11, 1906 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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The accompanying foke of descriotrve letter-press should in dvery instance be writien upon (ts indroidaal picture, and NOT upon a senaraie slip of parer. inciosure of stamps to the full amount of postage (s also required, to tnsure safe and promot retarn of material not accepted. 1 JUDGE cannot be found at soy eews-stand, the publishers will be ender obligstions if that tact be promptly reported ou postal-card or by letter. THEY WHO DANCE MUST PAY THE FIDDLER. THe RIGHT of the trusts, the corporations and the rich folks generally to hand over large sums to the campaign managers having been called into question and brought into disrepute, we are now beginning to see the consequences. It may have been wrong and wicked for the big fellows to put up for the game of politics, but it was * mighty convenient for the croupiers and managers, and saved the people who have to work for a living a very annoying bur- den of expense. The Republican mana- gers are asking the common folks now to step up to the cashier’s desk and deposit a dollar a head. The Democrats are work- ing up.a moving appeal to the commonalty to come forward and donate their little for the Peep-ul’s cause. In short, it’s up to the people to pay for their own politics here- after; and if there is anything the people hate to do it is to give good money to run political campaigns. They even hate it worse than paying taxes. We have had our fun with the big givers and laughed them out of the game. No doubt they gave handsomely because they knew what they were going to get in return, But are we sure that, since they are not to pay for what they get, they will cease to get it? Perhaps the laugh is on the Peep-ul and the re- formers, after all. Gc THERE is the Republican party, old, wrinkled and, we honestly be- lieve, full of sin, that never catches anything but the offices.” So wails the New York Times. Does seem awful, doesn’t it? AND THEN there is the good old Democratic party. The New York Times laments further: “* Why is it that the Democratic party falls a prey to all infections and offers a helpless hospitality to every germ that wriggles into its neighborhood?” Echo answers, why? cee WHEN PEOPLE TALK BACK TO THEIR KING. WHEN PEOPLE begin to talk back to their king Americans are sure to take an interest in the confab. We have come to think of kings as a kind of expensive toy which foreign people indulged for the pure fun of it. And since kingship, as we have supposed, has come to mean so little in the states where it exists, Americans have learned to view the in- stitution with amusement. But when a king rises upon his throne, swishes his sword and looks fierce, our amusement changes to eager interest. We are first shocked at the surviving vitality of the throne, and then amazed at its be- lated assertion of the old-time sovereignty. We doubt if American people have any serious conception of the tremendous col- lision of human forces which is now going ‘on between the Russian czar, the Duma, and the great body of the Russian people. At this distance the whole contest takes on the properties of highly-colored melo- drama. But there it is political and social tragedy unmixed. To us it would seem a simple thing for the Russian people in their majesty to take the reins from the hands of the timid, uncertain czar, and yet, so strange are the ways of progress, years of conflict, perhaps a bloody revolution, may be required to transfer the scep- tre of a mighty empire from the puny hands of one undersized man to the suffrages of a hundred million citizens, HAT Cummins tariff plank looks so standpattish that plain people will wonder who the real standpatters are. LA THAT DUMA is going to do me” is said to be the little joke with which Papa Nicholas regales himself nowadays. +4 {IS FORTUNE only $60,000,000!” exclaims a newspaper head-line. Absurdly small for these billionaire days, isn’t it? SENATOR WARREN, who has been feeling the political pulse of the west, says, ‘* Secretary Taft is much in the public eye.” Sure. But not as much by 47 pounds, we hear, as six months ago. eee M FOLEY says that Dick Croker says that Bryan will win. Mr. Connors of Buffalo (not Chuck Connors) is of the same opinion. it will take the actual figures to go up against opinions like these. THE GOLDEN HOUR DRAWS NIGH. THE GOLDEN HOUR draws nigh. A silvery mist hangs low upon the seas. The silvery mist is obvious. The golden hour is but a figure of speech. The winds grow calm, the idle waves lap pensively on a thou- sand drowsy shores, and all nature seems to stand at rest, ready to wel- come the Great Commoner home. The only discordant note that rises any- where comes from Nebraska. There the cities that have been honored by the pres- ence of the Great Conservative Force are now in violent rivalry over the honor of first place in the procession that will greet him with welcomes and hallelujah, Lin- coln is his reputed place of residence; but Omaha knew and owned him before Lin- coln, and a lesser place still, Normal, where he actually lives, a mere suburb of Lin- coln, having nothing else of greatness to boast of, has seized with all the more in- tensity upon the opportunity to elevate itself before the world by standing first in the line of welcomers. The world knows the Traveler through the enchanting mists of distance; but Normal knows him face to face as the industrious farmer, the Cincinnatus of the soil, the browned and bourgeoise husbandman. To us it looks like a clear case for Normal. At all events, the Lincolnites, the Normalites and the Omahogs should reach some compromise before it is too late. There must be no single note out of tune—not so much as a demi- semiquaver of jarring dissonance. The very leaves of the trees will whis- per canticles, and Nebraska must be at peace. +4 }HOPE lies in Bryan talking,” says a Republican newspaper head-line. “Silent, he would be invincible.”” Well, there is something in that. THE PAPERS say Brother Taggart will give up the fight. Reference, of course, is to a certain little enterprise at French Lick, not to the Democratic chairmanship. hy HEY ARE singing hymns for “ Uncle Joe” out in Indiana, and he likes it; but he’s going right on to say, in his own way, what a success this country is. Don’t forget that. SFE MR. STOLYPIN has introduced an iron rule. The name is mighty suggestive. Can it be he is going to lambast the Russians with a linchpin, a coupling-pin, or something like that? comicbooks.com