Judge, 1890-12-27 · page 3 of 16
Judge — December 27, 1890 — page 3: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several distinct items: **"When Sandy Claus Cums Sneakin' Round"** (top): A long humorous poem about Christmas, featuring Santa Claus visiting children. The accompanying illustration shows Santa with children and a Christmas tree—standard festive content with no apparent political satire. **"Those Fancy Lamp-Shades"** and **"A Gentle Hint"** (bottom sections): Brief comedic sketches about domestic life—one about lamp-shades, another showing a conversation between a mistress, Mary, and Patrick about marriage and wages. These are lighthearted domestic humor rather than political commentary. **"The Irish Question," "Out West," and other brief items**: Short humorous quips on various topics including Irish stereotypes and frontier life. The page is primarily festive and domestic humor rather than political satire, typical of Judge magazine's mixed entertainment content during the holiday season.
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A feller feels he can't be downed, You see, when things is bright an’ gay, An’ skies bes turned to blue from gray, ‘An’ fall's dead leaves hes blowed away. “They no use,” he sez, "* ‘When Sandy Claus cums sneakin’ round. 217 WHEN SANDY CLAUS CUMS SNEAKIN’ ROUND. HEN Sandy Claus comes sneakin’ round "Ith his ole pung an’ span o' deer, An’ all the air rings "ith good cheer— ‘Thet’s jes’ about the time o' year I feel es if I'd like to live— ‘When Sandy Claus cums sneakin’ round. A {eller’s heart, b’gosh] ain't bound By no blame strings a’ Crismus-time Gets on its legs an’ seems to climb, A-thumpin’ out a jinglin’ chime (O* hearty cheer—the time o' year ‘When Sandy Claus cums sneakin’ round, blues,” ©’ course sometimes a home is found Where stan’s a idle, lonely chear, *At only glis'ens when a tear Rains from the clouds o' utter rear g Wot heavy lies acrost the skies, ‘When Sandy Claus cums sneakin’ round. But, nabor, jes’ rise frum the ground ; Hang up yer sack-cloth ; look right there, An‘ let yer gaze go past thet air Ole lonesum chear—an' then yer care “Ith all its smart Il leave yer heart, When Sandy Claas cums sneakin’ round, A GENTLE HINT. Mistress—"' That was a very nice letter of Patrick's, offering you marriage, Mary. say in reply for you?” What shall I MarY—‘ Tell him, mum, if you plaze, that when I get my wages raised next month, mum, that T'll begin to save for the weddin’ things, Ole Jack Fros’s quilt spread on the ground, ‘An’ things s0 sort o' snappin’ cool ‘The childurn drether be in school, Er p’raps ‘way out on Higs's pool, Would, ‘pears to me, at, ‘When Sandy Claus cums sneakin’ round. When Sandy Claus cums sneakin’ round, ‘An’ folks is actin’ kind o' sly, Es if a chap wud try and pry Tato ther doin’s; it’s then sez I, “It suits, b'gosh ! yer Uncle Josh, ‘When Sandy Claus cums sneakin’ round, XC TAPLEY. THOSE FANCY LAMP-SHADES, Squire Hawsuck—'* Wall, I swan! I don’t see what air use they hev fer them parasols in the dead of winter.” THE IRISH QUESTION —“ Mickey, wud ye dare thread on the tail 0’ me coat?” eee T WEST they recently hung up a pair of stockings in a curious way—that is to say, the horse-thief continued to occupy them. 'HE BEST PART of the Christmas comes about six in the morning, when the stockings are un- loaded: and the worst part at that identical hour, because you lose that health-bearing and priceless last nap. soe M® DEPEW never eats or drinks at the evening dinner. Most people do, but they can’t talk. How would it do to have dinners without meat or drink? Not the Christmas dinner, however —not that, not that! comicbooks.com