Judge — November 16, 1907 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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W JUDGE cansot be found at any vews-atand, the publishers will be ander obiizations if that fact be promptly reported os postal-card or by letter. IS MR. WILLIAM RANDOLPH HEARST REAL? ‘OR A LONG TIME it was believed that Mr. William Randolph Hearst was the creation of a syndicate. The output of this syndicated intelli- gence was so vast that the country stood in awe. Suddenly from out the mist of the impersonal nebule bearing his name loomed an apparition G which looked like a real man. Hearst the man made a sensational dash for the Presidency. Failing that, he went after the mayoralty of New York, and then charged on the executive establishment at Albany. There can be no doubt that out of a mysterious haze of yellow-press activity had arrived a real person. People began to credit him with doing his own thinking, and presently came to believe that the thinker with which he thought was a rather vigorous and forceful cerebral organ. Now comes Mr. Carvalho of the wonderful Hearst “chain”? and upsets the whole business by telling us that Hearst never wrote a line for any of his remark- able papers. In view of this astonishing statement, made, as we read in a New York newspaper, in the course of some testimony Mr. Carvalho gave in court, we don’t know what to think. Sindbad the Sailor marveled at the wonderful tale of the giant who came out of the metal case in the shape of a thick fog and then by a trick was coaxed back into it and thrown into the bottom of the sea, We are almost led to wonder whether we have here in modern form another tale of the “ Arabian Nights.” THE HOT-AIR SUPPLY IS GOOD. PROFESSOR ROTCH, the aéronautical expert, tells us that he found hot air nine miles above the surface of the earth. We were prepared to hear that the zone of casorified atmosphere had attained to unusual thick- ness at the present time, but we are shocked to know that we are in the midst of nine miles of it. Nine miles of superheated ether is a hard propo- sition to get away from. In these days every sane man feels the necessity of escaping from the hot-air specialist. One man tells you that all that is needed now is the failure of one wheat-crop to bring the whole temple of material prosperity toppling in a heap. Another man stands you up on the street-corner to tell you if the next Presidential election goes so and so it’s all up with the invested securities of such and such a territory or sec- tion. Anda third weaver of sultry dreams assures you, and proves it by argument, that the next half-century is to see a reversal to type of the whole human species. These, and a thousand other seedy speculations, are Dressed upon you by zealous talkers at every turn. All this hot air must go somewhere, and of course it has piled up until, as Professor Rotch says, the circumambient is nine miles thick. What we need now is a good, healthy gale of some sort that will blow the whole piled-up heap out to sea and let it lose itself. Perhaps the Presidential campaign forthcoming will bring us such a gale. . FOR THIS RELIEF MANY THANKS, CERTAIN serious people are waging a very excited controversy over the question whether the celebrated New Orleans dish, gombo file, con- tains okra. Gomto file, be it known, is a compound of fried chicken, oysters, bacon, onions, rice, with a powder of sassafras-leaves, and other things to suit the individual taste. Okra is described as a vegetable dis- covered by the French colonists of Louisiana. It is said to grow wild in muddy, swampy places, exuding a milky fluid when punctured. This, ac- cording to one side of the controversy. On the other side, it is claimed that okra flourishes on high ground, requires a light, sandy soil, looks like cotton when in bloom, and as a soup flavor is passable but not eminent. The whole controversy interests us for the reason that so much of the dis- cussion of the times gathers around trusts, corporations, the criminal rich, and the like. We are frankly glad that there are some people left in the world who can get excited over such simple, old-fashioned subjects as the best flavoring for a dish of soup. Blessed be gombo file! Glorious okra! We hate the criminal rich, we despise the trusts, we abhor the corporations, the muck-rakers give us nausea. Not the tangible realities behind these ah names, you understand, but the subjects themselves have wearied a patient people. Let’s have more talk about soups. ANO there was Taft, 10,000 miles away. Moral—Stay by your boom, or it may bust. wat the country calls for now is not more drastic laws, but more drastic honor. R. MORGAN, J. P., for a plutocrat, you are doing very well nowa- days, thank you, ROOKLYN audience cheered name of Rockefeller. town is the city of churches, you know. eee EUROPE sending over $30,000,000 of gold here? Europe isn’t taking much stock in the panic talk, eh? eee OEB went a-hunting and came back with a bear—a bare upper lip. Always gets the wrong end of the joke, does Loeb. LABOR men denounce Hearst as devoid of principle, says a headline. Some mistake about this. We thought William was all principal. BUYING fewer diamonds this fall, says fashion article. Remember this when doing your fall purchasing, and don’t buy more than a peck or two, Good! The old comicbooks.com