Judge, 1892-02-20 · page 4 of 16
Judge — February 20, 1892 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Judge* contains multiple satirical items targeting late 19th-century American politics and society: **"Saint Valentine's Eve"** is a romantic poem by Ernest McCaffey, accompanied by period illustrations. It's sentimental rather than satirical. **"Hum of the Court"** contains brief political jabs: mocking President Washington's belief in "snap conventions" (military discipline), his tendency to delegate lies to subordinates rather than tell them himself, and his romantic misadventures—suggesting he proposed to a widow after being rejected by a "highland beauty." **The cartoon vignettes** include ethnic humor typical of the era: caricatured Irish and German immigrants ("Captain Ixcites" and soldiers; "Young Dinklebaum" and his father), trading on stereotypes about dialect and behavior. **"Why He Did Not Kick"** shows a gentleman unable to kick a book agent—the punchline being social cowardice masked by excuses. The page reflects *Judge's* characteristic blend of romantic verse, political mockery of leadership, and period ethnic stereotyping.
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Lift not again the flaxen skein And put aside the spinning-wheel ; Such task this night I deem is vain For hand so shapely, heart so leal. ‘Touch yonder ancient harpsichord And reap my praise as thy reward, ‘And let the winter back-log shine In honor of Saint Valentine, What sculptor carved thy lissom form? From lilies tall hast caught thy grace ? ‘Thou, with a wavering, dusky storm Of tresses blown about thy face— Thy face, as some lone jewel rare Framed deeply in its crown of hair. ‘Thy voice is music’s self divine And well might charm Saint Valentine. A BREAK IN Carratn Ixcites — "* Fo'war. for, yo' Private Umpso Private Usesos —"* Cain't help 't, cappen, when dat fat moke ob a corp'l « Ww, 's done treadin’ on mah heel, Grisspy. you down stairs SAINT VALENTINE’S EVE. AIR maiden, thou didst wait for me’; I saw thee over leagues of snow. Set forth the plumy cedar-tree, Weave holly and the mistletoe— Green holly with its berries red, And let an ample board be spread ; Bring kisses and the elder wine ‘To usher in Saint Valentine. Look! far adown the ashen skies See how yon star descending slips. Gray was it once as thy clear eyes; Red, when it fell, as thy curved lips. ‘Turn, turn again ; the shadows fall, And fancifully onthe wall ‘The mistletoe and holly twine ‘To greet the good Saint Valentine. ‘The pale moon wanes, and I must go. Up, up and speed the parting guest! What if thy heart is chill as ‘snow, More bitter still is my unrest, For I must fly who fain would wait. Yea! fate is love, and love is fate. Clasp hands and kiss, for thou art mine And [am thy Saint Valentine. ERNEST MCGAFTEY. eure oF pees TIE HOBOKEN GUARDS. rd mar-rersh JUDGE Younc Dink.evaum —" Fadder, how much is two und two?” OLD DinKLEBauM —"* Vat you vant to do, buy or sell?” ¢ THE CHIEF MATTA of the disturbance with Chili was the gentle- ON HIS GUARD. HUM OF THE COURT. mamof that name. ABOUT THE TIME that our G. W. was born there was a great hurri- cane in the West Indies. T MUST be said that Washington believed in snap conventions. He merely urged that they should be of the military kind. HEN DIPLOMACY required a lie Washington invariably said, “I I must intrust this matter to one of my subordinates.” seWuaT I WANT on this occasion,” remarks the gentleman of is to deliver my farewell address—and they cannot do it. Lakewood, N. J. won't let me.” erin’ behine dar HEN IT BECAME evident to young Mr. Washington that he had been jilted by the highland beauty he remarked with much emphasis, ell, I'll show her that I'm no coward, anyhow. I'll go right off and propose to a widow.”* WHY HE DID NOT KICK. I don’t want the book. Confound you, get out, or I will kick Book-acext—"* Oh, no, you won't.” Grimsny —"* Why won't 1?” Book-acent —“* Because ! comicbooks.com