Judge, 1882-06-03 · page 3 of 16
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# "A Horse Race—Not a Burlesque" The cartoon at the top depicts a horse race, with the caption asserting it "is true to life." This appears to be satirizing the serialized story below—"Found False! A Story of the Sea" by Malcolm Douglas—as overly melodramatic and artificial compared to real life. The serial itself parodies sentimental Victorian fiction: a wealthy gentleman (Roger Knickerbocker) courts the delicate Evangeline by the seaside. The plot includes theatrical moments—her near-drowning, his romantic brooding—that strain credibility. References to "The Poet's Corner" (a newspaper feature) and the "relentless editor" suggest Judge is mocking how such contrived romantic tales were published in popular periodicals. The satire targets the gap between sentimental literature's artificiality and actual human experience, using the "true to life" horse race as ironic contrast to the overwrought narrative unfolding on the page.
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HORSE RACE NOT A BURLESQUE. it is true to life FOUND FALSE! | appearance of by the oes | gallant Roger Knickerbocker. VSTORY OF THE SEA | Her ba of pale blue satin BY MALCOLM | the color of the in its mildest: mood. — Some artist, with a heavenly inspiration in CHAT his soul, had painted various denizens of the oN THE deep upon it, producing rivaled effect, DOUGLAS. sea BREACH. unique and un- Sue was gracefully reclining upon a camp stool, gazing wistfully at the white, sunlit that dotted the rippling sea feet her devoted cavalier, Roger Kuicke bocker. Wh as he lov pearls, v Oblivious of the envious glances of those who were obliged to hire their suits for quarter, with the privilege of a bath-house, | including the use of a bucket of water and towel, they hurried to the water and plunged in boldly. For a short time they gracefally ted themselve: t pretty teeth she b ked at the even re ible through her | lips. “ By Heaven, I would my fortune to recall th candy gorging—days Uh: supplant Nature with Art. For a moment a bitter smile came o'er his dark, handsome face, and he bi IY. Then he sai nion: A penny for your thor disp: “Look, Roger!" eried Evangeline, play fully.‘ Watel me float.” ne threw herself upon her back. aul time to pla i position | wining Made ” del 0 » wave passed over her. When it | burst in fury on the beach, she was scen to run quickly to the shore, her white face raised piteously up, her hand clasped firmly upon her rosebud mouth. | a million of youthful days of have caused me to his mustache sav lightly to his fair , ny | , Miss Evange- line (He would have named a rv sum, but he was dubious as to whether it would be in good taste). “1 was thinking, Heavens! mute ns this awful mystery Roger. | ow But only the p rat me intive ery of the man who she slowly murmured, ees P rnia vinted doubl camel- ‘a mournfully to fresh, t n seat r free! 2 hit?” he asked, his rich baritone voice growing unutter- ably low and tender, | 0," she replied, blushing prettily. “I was thinking of dinner, and wondering if they'll have those horrid fish-balls ‘There's the gong no Silently they hurried to the dining-room, full of dreadful misgivings. CAST UP BY THE WAVES. MorsiNG had dawned. faint strea the coming of the king of day; the beat against the shore with a rythmic motion to the car; afar out on the dark wa- the fishermen’s boats, barely di tinguishable in the cold, gray gloaming. One solitary figure trod the heavy sands. It was that of Roger Knickerbocker. It was th hionable It his custom, long before the others Throngs of fantastically-costumed people were | were awake, to stroll slowly up and down the gayly natating in the surf; architecturally in- | beach and still the passionate yearnings of clined infants were engaged in the erection of | his heart in the composition of p< Fate, sand castles; the beach was thronged with | in the shape of the relentless editor, had lookers-on. rowned upon the creatures of his brain, but Suddenly a wealth was not to be outdone. At an enor- through the crowd, mous expense he had hired one column of a In the cast the again. waves CHAPTER THE PLOT THIC Il. NS. hour for the bath. hum of admiration rippled | It was occasioned by the ks of crimson and gold heralded | , paper, and denomisated it The t this particular morning le wooed the muse in vain, Love had usurped the place of Strange!” he “Why did she leav when I murnu the su himself. so suddenly? her window yester- open her beautiful dl then turn coldly mouth as if to speak away? An awful suspicion torments my soul. Can it be— Atthat moment the sui to gold. aned. ‘There, h ‘and, wa ‘ansformed land He gazed abead If hidden by the a set of teeth—his loved line’s—east up by the waves! and sea and CHALE A LETTER. ix. For hours Roger Knickerbocker sat in his room, with his ha nds, wed her—ah, how I loved her wailed to the unsympathizing walls, cruel disappointment is more than Lean bea To think that those teeth | so admired are but false! Ob, how could she deceive me so? “ And yet,” he continued, ** ceived her too? How can I blame her and be inculpable myself? Might not the wanton waves have made me the object of their f ful sport instead ? darling He went to an ebony studded with diamonds, and ented sheet of costly note-paper. “Dearest Evangeline,” he wrote, ‘1 know all, Tmyself found them. Do not for a moment think that that alters my great love for you. Sweetheart, I have whisper in your ear, J also am toothless ! “ Devotedly yours, alone ard face between e Lnot de- Ah, my poor, wronged ritoir abstract richly doa a seeret to “Roger.” CHAPTER V. A PROPOSAL. EVANGELINE reclined on a gorgeous fau teuil, passionately kissing the note a servant had brought to her a short time before. ap at the door disturbed her delightful comicbooks.com