Judge, 1891-08-01 · page 10 of 20
Judge — August 1, 1891 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page contains six unrelated comic sketches and satirical pieces typical of Judge magazine's format: **"Ballad to a Bouquet"** is a sentimental poem about a lover cherishing roses from a departed beloved—gentle romantic satire of overwrought Victorian poetry. **"No Exaggeration"** mocks circus showmen's exaggerated claims through a deadpan joke about an elephant eating eighteen bales of hay daily at ruinous expense. **"Ready for His Medicine"** is a crude joke: a man with a red nose (suggesting alcoholism) is advised to seek medical help, but responds that a nearby saloon door suffices as his "medicine." The remaining sketches are brief punchline jokes about flat views, seashore engagements rings, a broken promise about a child, a burnt-out hen house, and a Native American rejecting Christian tracts. The page reflects Judge's blend of literary parody, visual humor, and topical jokes—here mostly apolitical domestic comedy reflecting Gilded Age attitudes, including a casually offensive Native American caricature.
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[8 DESOLATE regions where Circe Is seated forever I stray, And sue at the footstool of Mercy, Whenever 1 think of the day At college when, starting away, You left me in silence to quote From Keats while you made a bouquet Of roses to pin on my coat. Cantabile, sonnet, rondeaus, I Ilave written, and one canzone, Exhausting all rhymes on the woes I Endure while in exile I stray: This ballad’s the latest, T pray Remember I cried as I wrote And thought of the scented bou- quet Of roses you pinned on my coat. BALLAD TO A BOUQUET. Between the pink leaves of the poet We thumbed for the sober and gay. Turned ander a picture—none know it— The roses are treasured away ; And often when twilight is gray ‘The pages are turned and I dote And ponder above the bouquet Of roses you pinned on my coat. Lenvol, ‘The moths and the mildew will prey, And shrivel all treasures; from mote Minutest I hide the bouquet Of roses you pinned on my coat. ALON20 LRORA RICE, NO EXAGGERATION. seTHIs, the largest elephant in the world. He eats eighteen bales of hay at cweler — id the show! sir. READY FOR HIS MEDICINE. Dr, WaTrran—' My friend, you ought to take some- thing for that red nose of yours.” Mr. Fizz—" Thank ye, doctor; here’s a saloon door right handy,” RIGHT ACROSS THE WAY. SHYOU get a fine view from this flat, Burrowes,” said Hicks, visiting Burrowes in his top-floor suite. “Yes: it's pretty fine.” i ” By the way, were you able to see from here whether Mawson got into heaven when he died ?” ENOUGH FOR A FORTNIGHT. “Going to the seashore, you say “ustomer —"Ves; for a short stay. Jeweler —" Better look at our fine assortment of engagement rings, New pasted can {c railroa Hume with y that in “De “Pl suds 0 drug-si And I one mouthful, an’ never takes no exercise . be fi ‘i vos Customer (alter examining the stock) —" Well, 1 think that five will owin’ to the expense of tearin’ down the buildin’ to get him out of it. be sufficient to-day.” WENT BACK ON HIM. Dashavway —* See here, uncle; 1 gave you a dollar the other day ae on the plea that one of your children was dead, and | saw the little imp / Warero yesterday as lively as a cricket.” \ : Uncle Jasper —" Nes, sah; dat chile is de mos’ disappointin’ chile ) ) clu you eber se 19 P ¥- HOUSE FIRE, NO MORE FOR HIM, Missionary —"* Won't you take a tract, my friend 7" Wuoor La (the Pawnee) —"* Not much! Last tract said ‘and Lo, he was cast out."” Ms. “MOU is it, Jepson?" Mr, GaeeNMounr—" Ef that ain't one o° them pheenixes I'm a crow.” comicbooksizom