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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page 551 **Top Cartoon: "Goin' Home - Thanksgivin'"** This depicts a crowded holiday train scene with working-class passengers returning home for Thanksgiving. The poem expresses nostalgic longing for humble domestic comforts—mother's cooking, familiar surroundings, simple pleasures—contrasted with the speaker's current urban poverty ("I been in town now fifteen year"). The satire gently mocks the idealization of rural/small-town life while acknowledging genuine hardship in city living. **Bottom Cartoon: "Reciprocity of Trade"** Shows street vendors or merchants in what appears to be a reciprocal business arrangement. The dialogue suggests one party offering goods or services with expectation of return favor. This likely satirizes contemporary trade disputes or commercial practices, though the specific political context remains unclear without additional historical reference. Both pieces reflect turn-of-century American working-class experiences and economic anxieties.
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GOIN’ HOME .THANKSGIVIN’. [7 ALL cum back ter me ter.night while walkin’ home with Jones I felt it first about the heart an’ then it touched my bones ; A sort er slumpy feelin’ an’ a little trace of shake, With a strong an’ steady hanker fer a piece of aunty's cake. Them's the feelin’s, an’ I reckon that no greasy “able-d’ hBte Or a dinner a /a carty could swell up an’ reach thet note. ‘Table fixin's an’ lead casters never ease thet state of soul, While electric lights an’ curtains leave the same old unfilled hole. I know ; I am a country crank an’ hate the sight of bricks— I never sunk so cussed low as lovin’ city tricks. So when you call me “Hayseed” an’ condemn my brain as fat You're a-speakin’ true as scripture, not a-talkin’ in your hat. I've been in town now fifteen year, an’ caught onter your ways, An’ every summer gone back home fer ten short, blessed days ; ‘Ten days of God's dear sunshine ‘gainst a whole twelvemonth of dirt, An’ no livin’ bein’ near me seemed ter see how that could hurt ! Well, I'm goin’ back ter Bolton jest ter stay Thanksgivin’ there, To the old home an’ the older farm an’ the room beside the stair. An’ if the day is bright and fresh I'll pass the garden-hedge ‘An’ hurry through the upland fields an’ pace the highest ledge ‘That overhangs the Whiterose brook, long-windin’ far below, To breathe the purer upper air an’ watch the sunset glow. Yes, yes; we all ain't built thessame. You see, the heart's the spot, An’ nearly every heart I see is jest a pasture-lot ; ‘A mighty heap of stubble nearly covered up with stones— Which same when easin’ of my mind I frequent say ter Jones. Great Scott! things will have changed bit. I'll have ter hustle ‘round Ter get ‘quainted with the neighbors an’ the layin’s of the ground. Seems yesterday, b’gosh ! I see Ann Lawson home from school ; Yep, ai’ feel my throat git soggy like a homesick, stupid fool. No fish-horns Friday mornin’s nor park music summer nights! Only cows an’ dogs an’ meaders, with the fireflies fer lights ; Ordinary commonplaces which some geniuses ‘ave sung, Gettin’ slumpy on the little things they loved when they was young. Guess what's good enough fer father ‘twouldn’t do fer me ter shake, Seein’ it can make me happy like a piece of aunty's cake. ‘An’ if Ann's a-livin’ single, why—T'll show her I ken speak ; An’ I won't be home to Bolton jest to spend Thanksgivin’ week ! DE WITT STERRY. Again I'll see the mornin’ sun climb up the winder-pane Or hear the leaden gutter sing its answer to the rain, RECIPROCITY OF TRADE. Mr. Honks (furniture, Sixth avenue) —"'1 wish, sir, when I call at your Mr. Scates (the next day)—"’ Say, Honks, that parlor-suit you sent up store that you would be a little less familiar. I don't care to cultivate the n.g. I want you to take it away, and when you come for it go ‘round to acquaintance of my grocer."* back door.” comicbooks.com