Judge, 1887-07-02 · page 3 of 16
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# Judge Magazine Satire Analysis This page contains multiple satirical pieces mocking political and social figures of the era (appears to be 1880s based on references). **"A Hard Nose to Manage"** depicts an Irish laborer ("Mrs. Opendenauer") confronting someone, likely satirizing Irish-American tensions or labor disputes. **"How Mr. Blaine Suffered and Grew Strong"** ridicules James G. Blaine (prominent Republican politician), showing him melodramatically brooding over past political failures—particularly the Missouri Compromise and "the question of negro suffrage"—while his wife tries to console him. The satire mocks his self-pitying theatricality and his tortured relationship with these divisive political issues. **"It Was Drum and the Weather"** humorously blames bad weather rather than Secretary of War Daniel Drum for a "battle-flag business" controversy, suggesting both the absurdity of deflecting responsibility and the incompetence involved. The cartoons employ exaggerated characterization and ironic understatement typical of Judge's style to critique political figures and social pretenses.
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Doubtless there will be cmall boy will blow himself to pieces th ner of juv patriotism; but your Samuel will qui smoke m his veran etly on the back Hh his afternoon s he does on the vs of the year. MAN) HAPPY RETURNS, A war map of the queen and the prince consort and their de- scendants appears in the Graphic. Tt seems tobe the drum-beat that is heant around the world, and likewise the e ed territory sun ony never si these hun old and wrinkled, end round and fir white and blush apple, there is an inevitable reflection as to the cost of them humble people whose ambition rises no higher than the payment of their taxes; but on the other hand there is the melancholy reflection that a barren queen is as destined to unpopularity as the unconfined ater ix destined to run down hill. Her maj hi ight It is gi ’ seafamily. It is indubitable L blood. Yet it is sad to reflect that the virtue of the s respect is misfortune in Ireland, where the family the greater the poverty and suffering. If the bring about some measure of justice for Ireland as wi fort! Well, that isan unpleasant subject, and we must not interrupt the festivities. A HARD NOSE Mas, Orvexnenarn (from the shores n——"* Vai till nger the jubilee were to queen ? AT PURPOSE of strong drink is to I A ation and at the same time appear sober to the persons about him, — TI itually sue- ceeded in it, and he died of a bad carbuncle a hundred years ago, IT WAS DRUM AND THE WEATHER. The Albany Argus says the whole blame of the battle-flag busi- ness restson Drum. Now, while Drum has pretty broad shoulders, it ishandly fair torload him to deatli. We have no doubt, for our part, that the weather had something to do with it. The day on which this order was given was peculiarly exasperating. Ithad been preceded by high winds and a cold night, and it was itself soaked with hin, dri dling rain lasting from the beginning to the end of it. The president w: in consequence suffe ing froma severe cold and likewise from al tie tiff he had had with Daniel as to the best method of removing warts. We cannot ac- quit Dram, but it really must have been the eather too, © a man get the ere was only one HOW MR. BLAINE SUP- FERED AND GREW STRONG, “What is the matter, dear?" said Mrs. Blaine to James G. as that gen- tleman leaned over the taffrail and gazed with Go achrost the shtrate, yez tarrier! contemplative regret at of Aden, so yez m the landt on now, L shtobs plow LEVEL-HEADED. 3 the shadow of the jib- boom in the water. “1 do not know exactly,” was the reply, “but it has the heaviness of the Missouri compromise, I said years ago—But never mind. Forgive me if I seem rude, but pray do not interrupt me.” The latter part of the remarks was given with much ity of utter- nee, as if Mr. Blaine feared he would inter- rupt himselfand wanted to be courteous previous. thereto. After several moments of very pow: ful exercises Mr. Blaine pd said, “Tt I declare I ave been uly reprehensible gn policy. Pray do not think me presum ing, but—Amelia! hold- my-hat.” TO MANAGE. aie. You vas ged colt.” vork dot jib roundt."” “Tam not sensitive which Mr. Blaine of voice, Still y must have been M with th dition of some re of negro suffrage.” Thereupon Mr. Blaine remarked Merciful} hasty and agitated way and ejected nothing further words for five minutes. ‘My child,” he said presently, *t aph k to Augusta, Me., that Tam no more. There can't be anything ft worth saving. Still”—he paused irresolutely and then remarked with great haste—“ still-by-jingo-it-appears-there-is !” pause interrupted by noises as of frequent suppressed sobs, and large, fat sighs. Then Mr. Blaine said, with staring eyes and every indication of extreme astonishment, “Hah ! By heavens, the Rev. Dr. Burchard ! ‘ou ought to feel better now,” remarked Mrs. Blaine, “'T just as soon as you began to look pale that you were not well. ave had too much mental distress.” suddenly exclaimed Mr. Blaine with vehemence, Th is the end of the world, including the Green mountains and a large section of the labor party of Henry George! Ah! nything: left nbalmed !” Ten minutes elapsed and then Mr. Blaine, wan, sad-eyed and with an expression of deep disgust and indignation, turned upon the com- panion of his grief and shrieked, “Do you know what that was, madame ?” “St. George and the remarked Mrs, ne with much doubt, a look of intense horror and a large interrc tion-point in each ey “*No, madame, no shrieked Mr. BI pointing to the wide waste of heaving billows below; “that was Senator Edmunds of Vermont.” . Blaine after a short pause, during greatly exercised ; “but [do not like that tone are excusable, It was dreadful. I imagine it d's veto of the dependent pensions bill, arks of Senator Ingalls on the question ven!" ina nthe shape of kne You Shure yez ain't as shinart as the shnake in the garden