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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page 637 This page combines poetry and social commentary typical of Judge's satirical approach. "A Plea for the Poor Babes at Christmas" is a sentimental poem urging wealthy readers to aid poor children during the holidays. The illustrated vignettes satirize contemporary figures and situations: **"No Converting Him"** mocks "Beezer Bill" (an apparent stock character), suggesting even religious "Salvation Army" efforts cannot reform certain hardened individuals. **"On a Rainy Night"** depicts street life, with references to Italian immigrants ("Zé-Li-up," "fore'yo comes in, Italy"), likely satirizing both poverty and xenophobic attitudes toward recent immigration. The page reflects Judge's dual purpose: moral commentary on social inequality alongside mockery of marginalized groups and outsiders.
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WE HAD quite forgotten that it was the duty of Chili to apologize ; but in this holiday season the severer amenities must not be too rigidly insisted on. A NUMBER of papers declare that Governor Hill is a dangerous man as well as a dictator. Indeed, we believe that is the view of ex- President Cleveland, THE STREET ARAB quickly adapts himself to a new situation. “What y" givin’ me, cully?” says one in reply to an obscure question. * Has y’ busted a bomb?” A MR. HUMPHREYS of Boston says women in school boards do more harm than good. No harm has thus far come to him, so we suppose he is brave because he is a cripple. NO CONVERTING HIM. Benzine Bits. (the horse-thief) —* Salivatin’ army, ‘er ye? mind readin’ yer warrant, I hain’t been standin’ off sheriffs and Injun police Wal, ye needn't A PLEA FOR THE POOR BABES AT CHRISTMAS. OME, you whose heart with pleasure teems, Who know not sorrow, know not woe, Whose life—such gifts the fates bestow— Is filled with pleasant, twilight dreams; And you who, smiling and content, Look through the vista of the years And sce no cause for grief or tears, But only joy and solacement; Give heed to those who have to climb The rugged roads, who have to go O’er thorny paths, and let them know, The magic of the Christmas time. And gathered in your homes secure, Oh, mothers brave and daughters dear, Do what your hands can do to cheer The babies of the worthy poor. In lowly homes you'll find them ; turn To them the hand of charity, And, lessening their misery, The luxury of giving learn. A Christmas-tree, a doll, a ball, A little thing will make them gay— Then shower kisses on them, pray, And bless them, bless them, one and all! st NATHAN M. LEVYS OHN BRIGHT said Cyrus W. Field was the Columbus of modern times. He was greater, because his discovery brought all the countries of the civilized world within whispering distance, and that’s a miracle. eee ORDON-CUMMING is making a fight for social recognition, and very likely he has the sympathy of the prince of Wales, who would do the same thing if his respectability had not been arranged for at the moment of his birth. ‘THAT BRIGHT and always interesting daily, the Recorder, calls timely attention to the war record of Governor Jones. Let us lift our hats to the governor and say of him, all else forgotten for the moment, that he deserves better than he gets. ON A RAINY NIGHT. SouND FROM THE STEPS —'** Zw-i-i-i-pp ! Voice FROM ABOVE —‘* Tek off yo" rubbers ‘fore yo’ comes in, Ruby. detectives and reg'lars, fur seven year to be corraled by no Amazons, excuse me !” 1 don’ want dat hall ile-cloth all mussed up."” comicbooks.com |