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This page contains several unrelated satirical sketches typical of Judge magazine's format. **Top section**: A stage manager announces "Professor Palgrave" will remove his head and sing—a classic magic trick illusion. The professor appears to succeed, but the "snap" (the trick's secret) is revealed: he's simply bent backward in the curtain's shadow, creating the optical illusion of a headless body. The satire mocks both gullible audiences and fraudulent performers. **Middle sections**: Include a sentimental poem ("The Spider"), humorous dialogue snippets ("Commercial Value" jokes about definition of quartz; "Getting Even" depicts petty revenge), and "Intercepted Correspondence" mocking young men seeking life advice. **Lower sketches**: Social commentary on courtship, tobacco etiquette at Richmond receptions, and "Puritanical Protection"—an aunt deliberately obscuring her niece's vision as moral protection. The overall tone satirizes Victorian social pretensions, foolish behavior, and domestic absurdities rather than specific political figures or events.

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THE SNAP GIVEN AWAY. STAGE-MANAGER —"' Ladies and gentlemen, Vrofessor Palgrave will now perform the unprecedented feat of removing his head from his shoulders and Tite: rroressox —" Rer-rocked in th’ er-reradle of th! d"— singing a ballad.” And swift and yet swifter he sped THE SPIDER. 5 i C £ Fas O'er his wind-shaken tether elate, (Saitade) NAS AUN > The spider through labyrinths led A! LAY in my hammock at ease . f CRY as Like a shadowless figure of fate. XN Mid blossoms of white and of red, . Ve tn the interlaced limbs of the trees . % \ VENVOL. \ spider was weaving his thread ; 3 { t So time with my days that lie dead « meshes were gathered and spread \ ‘) Shall weave on like the spider sedate, As with smooth and aerial gait } j y And pass with invisible tread Ite crossed in the space overhead AN f Like a shadowless figure of fate. Like a wless figure of fate, f, .: # : 4 i. ERNEST MC GATFRY Awl aloft in the sunshiny seas — Sy \g Bast} ah A PERTINENT QUERY. nt he swung without drea . +e] TELL you what, gentlemen, we Vill by faint though persistent degrees x 5 : i shall see stirring times in this The strands of his cordage were wed : country before long. Great changes are near at hand.” That would bear not a gossamer's Vb ; . i : ° 2 When did weight ; Yet over its texture he fled Like a shadowless figure of fate jf . > / ‘CIAL VALUE. It seemed an intangible bed you , Teacher —" Define quartz." Not a leaf but waved soft in the bree: it Q Milkman's son (absently) —" Pint And flowers their sweet fragrance \ F q ” shel | i ‘i ‘ and a half. While adown through the orchard the bees On numberless apple-blooms fed ; “Quick, Bill! th’ side curtain 's all afire !" INTERCEPTED CORRESPONDENCE. FROM the hopeful young man to his pastor—As I stand in the broad avenue of life I find so many closed doors 1 know not which one to open, How can I tell which one will lead me to success?” From the practical pastor to the young man—" There's only one, and yow'll find it labeled * Pash.” GETTING EVEN. : : sae Binley —" What do you think that rascal Jonesley did?” AT A RICHMOND URECEETION PURITANICAL PROTECTION Standoff —" Can't imagin Mrs. Roangxe—*! My de-e-ar Mrs. Fitzlee, I've been trying to get over te “you the whole eve What is the mat- you do anything ter with the colonel about it? Mks. Frrziee—"'The poor, dear fel- low is so-o miserable! He left his plug-tobacco at home, and our host chews fin : Miss Mitpxep —" Why, auntie, "| Binley —" He cd my name for five hundred dollars!" got the top of your veil right a Standoff vy! Didn't middle of your ey ‘ AuNT Renecca —"* I done it a-purpose. . I'm a-goin’ t one_of them bali oak Bimley "Nes: 1 got even with the scoundrel, 1 forged your Uncle Eben. his name for a thousand.” comicbooks.com