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# "Papa's Gentle Boot" - Judge Magazine Satire This page contains a humorous poem and society gossip typical of Judge magazine's satirical approach to upper-class life. **The Main Cartoon/Poem:** "Papa's Gentle Boot" mocks romantic young couples. It depicts a sentimental scene where a lover steals a kiss from his sweetheart under the stars—only to be violently interrupted by her father, who literally boots the suitor over a fence. The satire ridicules both the overwrought sentimentality of courtship literature AND strict paternal authority. The humor lies in the physical comedy: romantic pretense meets crude reality. **Society Column Satire:** The gossip section mocks wealthy New York society's affectations—people spending enormous sums on trivial matters (a woman's dental work costing $700), conspicuous charitable giving to silence criticism, and obsessive travel. The engagement announcement praising the groom as a "great catch" because the bride's family has "never had any stain" satirizes class-consciousness and social climbing. The overall tone: Judge ridicules both romantic excess and bourgeois pretension through exaggeration and absurdist humor.
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PAPA’S GENTLE BOOT. Unper the shade, In that bright spring weather, A lover and a Silent st Te drew od to to his side In that one hour of bliss; He said, in tones of prid *T only ask one kiss.” His arm stole roand Her face with joy gi Beneath the stars’ dim Close and el Her fair el Her head She felt his proud heat Was it the sad night wind That fell 0; papa came behind— His boot struck in the A mad oer the fence: The ardent youth He put in no de Under the elo rd Society Column, MOVEMENTS, Mr. pe SwiTH and family sail for Europe on Saturday, They will take pensive routes in each instance the most ex- Mrs. ELKHEART goes to S three prize pugs. delicate h of their Nor ratoga with her Her children, who are in alth, will be left at home in charge rogian nurse. Mr. axp Mus, B. Lower have been obliged to postpone their visit to Europe, in which they were fo have visited odd places at enor: mous expense, owing to the de long home of a maiden aunt’ of Mrs. B. Lower’s, who was a direct descendant of General Fitzhugh, all of whose family are of the higle ¢ respectabili arture for her Tue engagement is announced of Miss Fresh to Mr. Catcher, of the Pluto Base-Ball Club, Miss Fresh’s is one of the few families that have never had any stain, and this will complete the great link. The gentleman tas made a great catch. James Hoae, Esq., and Sam B, Rute, who had the altercation at an up-town club over the latter's refusal to marry a sister of Hogy’: agreed to shoot off the matter at a rifle-gal- in Brooklyn. Mr. Hogg made 37 out of ible 50, and Mr. Rute 40. Mr. Rute, therefore, having won the match, is released. Rey. Davip Dounce, who has just fallen heir to $200,000 from England, sailed for a three years’ trip, hoping to repair his health, broken down by his arduous labors, and to return to renew his onslanght on the devil in Lexington Boulevard. At the steamer he was the recipient of a beautiful floral anchor, with the device, ‘Hasten Home,” presented by the ladies, aid that the filling in Mrs. Assembly- man K, pen’s teeth cost seven hundred dol- lars. Her husband called office, and assured us that this was ‘posi tively so.” We shall have an editorial on th subject next weck. It is said that since this became known, his chances for suce Iris erday at our pss as a THE TUG andidate of the Laborin reatly diminished. However, last week Mrs. | Assemblyman K, Green gave as charities to the Italian Home, $200; German Home, $200; Land League, $200, and Swed ish Movement Cure, $100, ‘This will silenec the opposition, Mrs. Portar spends the hawken. wan's Union have summer in Wee- Consterna. Mr. WILLIAM Mappex, the confidential friend and trainer of Mr. John L. Sallivan, of Boston, informs Tir JupGe that Mr. Sulli | is determined to knock out Mr. Tug Wilson, cither with soft gloves, or with bare knuckles in the prize ring. A sparring mateh, accord- tween Mr. Sullivan and Mr, Wilson, has been } arranged for August Mth, in the Madis SquareGarden, Mr, Madden says th: | Mr. Sullivan knocks out Mr. Wilson th (Mr, Sullivan) will retire to private Ii live like a Boston gentleman should live. It | may be inferred from the manner in which | Mr. Madden talks that Mr, Sullivan will do | his level best to knock out Mr. Wilson at the next meeting, but it is by no means certian that Mr. Sullivan will be successful. panded Ww | Arthur, The hotel-keeper Island, | Long Beach, Long Branch, and elsewhere are fishing for him, while he is trying to elude them and to go fishing in some quiet place on his own account, Wuat a charming spectacle it would be to see M. J, Butler, proprictor of the Mansion Warren Leland, jr., of the Ocean Hotel; John R. Swinerton, of the United es Hotel, and David M. Hildreth, of the st End Hotel, all of Long Braneh, riding in the same coach on Ocean avenue. Even Gen- eral Grant would contribute towards paying the expewse of such a trip. Tue other day litle Johnny emptied the contents of the oil-can into his father’s demi- john. When the lad was brought to task for when I saw you taking a drink out ¢ night, you said it contained only water, and es there is always trouble with ma afer you drink it, I thought [ would pour a little oil }on the troublesome waters.” He got the quotation a little off, but he meant well. it A JoKE without (Attic) salt is like beer without malt, Refuse | ing to the Marquis of Queensbury rules, be- | extend our sympathies to President | his bad behavior he explained: “Why, pop, | OF WAR. | When the fands are unsteady: When money is tight. ‘Tur, best footing for a sou stocking. ank is in the | AppeaL to betting men: What's the odds | on any horse so long as you are happy? An Irish Letter. Teniravexascneey, Panis oF BaLtyeaccer, Nean BaLtysuLcanaertpny | Is THe sty or Kissey, 1x Iretann. | My pean Nevitew—I haven't sent you | the last time L wrote you, bek last place of living, and consequently could a letther would find you. But 1 now with are take up my pen to inform you of the died very sud denly last week, after a lingering illness of six months. The poor tnan was In violent convulsions during the whol et and ichless, all the time tatki perently and calling fur wather, 1 had no time to inform you of sooner, except 1 had wrote to you hy the which went off so y8 before your une and thin you'd had postage to pay. | tell what bis death was occasioned by, | | by his tate siekn the whole tim from ot tell reat ath of your only living anc’ time of bis sickness, Lyi nc Fain at a loss to tH fear it was 3, for he was never well tin of his confinement, and 1 death was oceasioned by his 0 much Rabbit schtuffed wid pase and gravy, or pase and gravy | sehtutted wid Rabbit, 1 don't know which. But, be as it may, as Koon as he breathed his last the Doc ave up all hopes of his recovery. Ican't te anything about his age, for you know he would have heen 45 in March nixt, lacking tin months, and had he | lived till that time he had been six months dead. His propherty now revolves to his nixt kip, who all died ome time since; 80 L expect it will be divided betwix us, and you know his propherty was something consi able, for he bad a foine which was sould to pay his debts, and the nder he lost in a horse. race; but it was the o every one at the time if the horse he ran faster, he would have wan the race. and the Doctbers all agree wid me, whe tions and tuck medicine betther than t He said he'd as | Ke the bittherest of alloways as si candy, if it had the same taste. But, poor soul, iver ate or drank again, and you haven't a livis tive lift in the wide world except mesilf consing, who wero kilt in the late war. upon this mournful subject, and shall sale my letth | wid black saleing wax, and put on it your uncle's eo: | of-arms, so I beg of you not to brake the sale whin you | open the letther, and don't open it till three or four days afther you recave it, by which time you will be | prepared for the sorrowfal tidings. Your swatebeart, July MeGee, sinds her love unbeknownst to me. Whin Pat Finnezan arrives in Ameriky ax bim fur this let ther, and if he dosent know it from the rist, tell b nh spakes of the d sduring ry you state, nd your two L can't dwell your uncle, Trer | N. B—Don't write to me until you recave this, Whin you come to this place stop and don’t read any more till me nixt. comicbooks.com