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# Judge Magazine Satire Analysis This page contains **political commentary and social satire** typical of 1880s-90s American humor. Key references include: **Political jabs**: References to Cleveland (Democratic presidential candidate for 1892), Tammany Hall (NYC political machine), and Iowa's governor "Boies" mock contemporary politics and corruption. **Social commentary**: Quips about Philadelphia wives, Maine's "impure whisky," and actresses mock class pretensions and hypocrisy of the era. **Specific incidents**: The reference to Tim Healy and Mrs. Parnell alludes to Irish political scandal; Balmaceda likely refers to Chilean political turmoil. **The cartoons** satirize: - Upper-class pretension (Chicago tourists demanding "real gold" sunsets in Paris paintings) - Roman mythology (Mars/Vulcan struggling with ill-fitting armor) - Class absurdities (turkeys discussing Thanksgiving) The overall tone is **cynical, irreverent commentary** on politics, society, and human nature—characteristic of Judge's satirical mission targeting the wealthy and politically connected.

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LET THE EAGLE keep quiet. It is the turkey's turn to scream. JONES WAS a good fellow. And Jones is not lost, but gone behind. THE HEN-ROOST has been robbed by the Democracy, but the turkey he roost high. WALES as he grows older resembles more and more his respected papa. In looks, mind you—in looks. T IS WORTHY of notice that such actresses as are not divorced are announced in every newspaper as about to be married. (OU CAN GET a wife for five dollars on a street in Philadelphia, but you must remember that you can't get rid of her for five hundred. WE KNOW LITTLE about the family record or the social proclivities of the governor of Iowa, but he is evidently one of the Boies. HE STATEMENT that-the people of Maine are dying of impure water is obviously untrue. The trouble with them is impure whisky. T IS CLEVELAND for the Democrats in '92. If our David should go west, sacrificing his seat in the senate, it might be our David in °96. THANKS ARE so cheap that everybody can afford to give of them with the utmost liberality, and what a stingy wretch is he who gives them grudgingly. WE CANNOT censure too severely the man who horsewhipped Tim Healy for his insult to Mrs. Parnell. Why didn’t he observe the proprieties and use a blackthorn ? THEY SAID that Mr. Flower would sweep the state. Powerful man. The A BAD BREAK. combined efforts of every member of Tammany do not suffice to sweep so (Cea SEAREAEAN Cenalag op a/v thewuehad Phas! little as the streets of this city. Encore! f" JOHN RUSKIN wrote poems when he was seven years old, and somebody is to gather and send them out in a little volume. Mr, Ruskin has thus far been smitten with nothing worse than insanity. HE QUESTION “Should clergymen smoke?" is agi- tating England, and one clergyman tells thé whole story in the remark, “ It depends on his manner of smok- ing and the kind of tobacco he uses.” THE STORY that Balmaceda didn’t move out of him- self is too horrible for belief. If the man couldn't commit suicide he could certainly hire somebody to shoot him out of his agony and shame for a small sum. ai BOUND TO HAVE THE BEST. Mrs. Supers (of Chicago —in Paris) —"* What's the price of that one?” SALESMAN —"* Ten zoundard francs, madame.” Mr. Supers (breaking in)—"“Ask him how much extry it will cost t’ put reel gold on th’ sunset in place of that yaller."” STUDY THREE MONTHS at intervals to find the meaning of a Browning or a Whitman poem, and when found, if it happens to have anything of that kind, the question is inevitable, (ite wasn't this good enough to be ex- . Bany TurKey—" Mamma, do we celebrate MADE TO ORDER. ‘Thanksgiving ?” Pressed in redson- Mars —" By Jove, Vulcan! Iam afraid you've made a misfit of this helmet. MAMMA TURKEY —"* No, my dear; but if we're ably plain lan- ye is too infernally tight!” lucky we will celebrate the day after." guage?” Vuican—"* Ob, it'll not bother you after it is broke in.” ANTICIPATION, comicbooks.com