Judge, 1911-12-09 · page 6 of 28
Judge — December 9, 1911 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This editorial page from Judge magazine contains political commentary and holiday content, likely from around 1909-1912 (the Progressive Era). **Main Editorial ("Wanted!"):** Criticizes the Republican administration for lacking clear purpose and business acumen. It demands that politics stay out of business and vice versa—government officials should have fixed principles rather than constantly seeking public approval by "visiting from house to house." The piece attacks the administration's indecisiveness, calling for "a statesman." **"Allee Samee Melican Man" Cartoon:** The central illustration depicts Uncle Sam juggling various international concerns (likely China, based on the caption), satirizing American foreign policy's scattered, unprincipled approach—mirroring the editorial's complaint about administrative confusion. **Other Sections:** Include holiday greetings and light commentary about magazine publishing schedules, with a reference to someone named "Taft" moving around (likely President William Howard Taft or a political figure), and discussion of Progressive movement figures. The page advocates for coherent Republican governance while mocking existing administration fumbling.
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E Wanted! 'HE PEOPLE want prosperity. The Republican party promised it to them. ‘That promise must be kept. To get it they must have an administration with asane, consistent purpose and courage to pursue it. The American people would support such an administration with a vigor and fidelity that would sur- prise the country. What the people would like is to be allowed to go to work and put their minds on their own occupations, instead of waking up every morning in fear lest the government will some time during the day explode another infernal ma- chine under their business. The de- mand that business be kept out of poli- tics is no more imperative than the other end of the same idea, viz., that We can't separate the first from the second politics be kept out of business. without separating the second from the first. That is what our public officials don’t They think they are ad- ministering the government, but they seem to know. are only sloshing around. They have no fixed notions of their own, so they try to pick up the public idea by visiting from house to house. They could learn more if they would only listen. They talk so much themselves they can’t listen. The motto of this latest statesman- ship seems to be, ‘Here we go; and as long as we are going, it doesn’t matter This is jovial, but how safe where.’ is it? Wanted—A statesman! him badly! And we need Happy Days! ERRY Christmas! Happy New Year! A Joyous Fourth of July! Some day we are planning to get out our Christmas number so far in advance that it will come along just in time for the Christmas before the last. Then our esteemed imitators Deel Tt OneRe L.A. wh Ss will produce their holiday numbers a year before that. But heaven help the poor editors! Things are confusing enough as they are. One of our monthly magazine neighbors gets out two num- bers a month, and the one that is dated the first of the month comes out the middle of the month preceding, and the number that is dated the middle of the month comes out on the first. This is a fast life hereabouts. We have always wondered how it was that anybody could lead a double life in an age when it is “ALLEE SAMEE MELICAN MAN.” almost impossible to lead a single one without lagging behind. But, as we said before, Merry Christmas! Give our heartiest regards of the season to all the family, especially the children, God bless them! If you haven't an ex- cited, expectant, wriggling, whispering, penny-spending small kid in your house at this time, go out and borrow one. It is the only way to have your Christmas celebration complete. And when Christmas comes, and the child which you have secured in one way or another is keyed up to the final hysteria of ex- pectancy, don’t neglect to hang up your stockings. Not just the child's stock- ing—everybody’s! There is no sense in having a child in the house on Christ- mas unless you are all children with him. And you have no idea, unless you have regular- ly tried it, how easy it is to throw off the years as you stand in your pajamas—or whatever it may be—on a cold Christ- mas morning and curl up your toes to keep them warm, while you dig into that sock that Santa has filled over night. Try it! Anda Merry Christmas to you, children old and young, from your fellow- infant-in-arms, JupGE! Perish the Thought! ‘AFT moved out from Washington across to Oregon—the State, if we are not mistook, that Bourne is living on. And then he moved a little south, around the Golden Gate, where various progressive foes were said to lie in wait. Iowa and Wisconsin, too, inviting places proved, and East and West and North and South erratically he moved. Ah, yes! he moved from here to there with reconciling tone, and every little movement had a meaning all its own. A Dangerous Convenience. CLERGYMAN somewhere out West drove his truant parishioners to church in a police patrol wagon. There is a subtlety to the idea that makes us wish we knew that clergyman personally. He has doubtless made the police patrol wagon so unpopular that his backsliding church members will try hereafter to avoid it on weekdays as well as Sundays. On the other hand, a dreadful thought occurs to us. If those parishioners came to love that wagon as a result of the Sunday drives, might they not form a sort of unconquerable patrol-wagon habit, which might lead them to use it Saturday nights when it was engaged upon its regular business? Sensation in Cleveland. 'EACHING school appears to be a hazardous occupation in Cleveland. General teachers have received calls the reverse of friendly from parents whose children have been disciplined. One caller expressed the determination to knock the principal's head. Since the three-cent street-car fare fight ended, Cleve- land has hungered for a sensation. Possibly this accounts for the stories,