Rensselaer Journal, Volume 10, Number 47, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 2 May 1901 — JUDY OF JUDYVILLE. [ARTICLE]

JUDY OF JUDYVILLE.

Is a_JHan of Push and Vast Energy. HE DOES A $600,000 BUSINESS. Sketch of a Maa Who Owas a Town of His (Mm—The Best Advertised Man In Indiana. John F. Judy, of Judyville, perhaps the moat hustling and beat advertised business man in the state of Indiana, made his first and last appearance as editor of a newspaper last week. Judy buys and sells everything, and some time ago came into possession of the Warren Review, but has just sold it, and concluded to edit the last, number as an advertisement. With his characteristic push he made a success of it, getting out a paper of which he may justly be proud. The Toledo Sunday Times a week or two ago gave the following description of Judy, Judyville and Judyiaar, showing what a man of push with the liberal use of printers’ ink, may accomplish:

Ten miles from a railroad, on the prairie lands of Western Indiana, I found Judy. He used to be a farm hand, and earned a dollar a day with his muscles. He was ambitious, however, and wished to earn more, so he worked his muscles longer and harder and finally got his earnings up to two dollars a day, but there he stopped, for work as he would, he couldn’t get above the two-dollar mark. Had the days been longer he might have done so, for he had plenty of muscle and plenty of perseverance. Had he been an ordinary man, as men went in that section he might have been satisfied but it so happened that he was an extraordinary one, so he stopped the plow for a moment and sat down on a boulder to think. What’s wrong, said he to himself. Here lam working twice as hard as my companions, and all I am able to earn is two dollars. Surely men make more than that in a day, but here I am working up to the limit of my strength and can’t do better —now what’s wrong? I’ve got it, I’m not using my head—hands alone will not accomplish much—l must use brains as well. Now many men after having reached this conclusion would have gone to Indianapolis or Logansport or Chicago or some other city that their brains might have chance for a full swing, but not so with Judy, he stayed right where he was, ten miles from a railroad and commenced to mix brains with his muscle. As time went on and he grew prosperous buying, selling and dickering, he felt the need of an office, so he built one; then a storeroom, so he built one; then a workshop, so he built one. His customers drove long distances to trade with him. Sometimes they were three days on the way. They needed a place to put up when they arrived. A hotel was a necessity, so he built one. Houses for his help were needed, he built them; he required a bank, so he built one, and soon he had a thriving town stretched out before him, and it was called Judyville. When the business needed anything, he built, bought or created it, and it became a fart of the town. I noticed in passing, that udyville contained no churches or saloon. Judy says: “I own Judyville; I act as Mayor, Common Council, Board of Aidermen, Police Judge and Chief of Police. Am merchantlandlord, blacksmith, postmaster, editor and undertaker. I sell everything a fanner can use; own and superintend. I never feel a pain until I get to it; raise thousands of cattle and hogs, bat don’t eat meat; handle thousands of horses, but despise horse races; patriotic, but not noisy; don’t smoke; know I am a farmer; like plenty of wind, weather and water; dress never swear, can’t lie and make it stick; freight 185 pounds; that’s me.” Judy also says that he is 44 yean old—can’t help it. Is married and don’t want to help it. Got four children—they cant help it. Judy turned the horse buying, selling and trading over to his son, when the young man was about 15 years old. He evidently has the same faith in the boy that he has in brain and muscle for he says: “Don’t be afraid to trade with him because he is a child. I paid for what he knows and if you can teach him I am willing to pay you.”