Judge, 1892-04-23 · page 3 of 16
Judge — April 23, 1892 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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This page contains political commentary and satirical illustrations from Judge magazine. The text discusses various contemporary issues: Mr. Hill's exclusion from speaking in Rhode Island, Mr. Taylor's financial troubles in Utah, debates about Chinese immigration to Canada, and Walt Whitman theories. The illustrations mock social and political figures through caricature. "Musically Speaking" depicts a music lesson scene with ethnic humor typical of the era. "Something to Build On" shows a man with a starving horse, satirizing economic hardship. "First Blood for Harrison" references Republican political campaign activities. The lower illustration, titled "Foiled," depicts a domestic scene with apparent class commentary. Overall, the page mixes partisan political satire with social observation characteristic of late 19th-century American humor magazines, though specific individuals and events referenced are now unclear without additional historical context.
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JUDGE Me®- HILL was not invited to speak in Rhode Island, and when the state had voted he never gushed a tear. A MR. TAYLOR was at last accounts credited with sixty-one wives, and a large part of Utah yet to hear from. M®-. BLAND feels like one who treads alone some debating-hall de- serted, the members thereof having gone off rapidly to see somebody else. AS A PLUNGER and the chaperon of two contending women Howell Osborne must have his hands considerably fuller than his large and growing head. CANADA is inclined to let the Chinese in without restriction. Very well; there must be annexation or a Chinese wall between Canada and the United States. ‘HE THEORY of Walt Whitman that it is luckier to die than be born is perhaps correct ; but we lack the evidence from the tomb without which there can be no proof. ‘THE FIRM of Dix & Phyfe, which allowed itself to be beaten out of nearly sixty thousand dollars by a boy ‘nineteen years old, must be MUSICALLY SPEAKING. Mr. Jonsinc—"'T could jes’ die lis'nin’ to yo' play, Miss Edif. What wuz dat yo's jes’ finished playin’ 7" Miss Eptr —"* Dat wuz by Patty Wos- ki." Did yo" like it?” Mr. Jonsinc—"* Yes, but I didn’ think dat any Irish trash could write musik like dat.” FIRST BLOOD FOR HARRISON. ‘THE RESULT in Rhode Island em- phasizes the conclusion, contrary to the World's demand and prophecy, that the next president must zof be a Democrat. It was the opening fight of the national campaign, and Democratic money and oratory were used with the utmost liberality Bey) to give the stanch little Republican state Ge ‘ : to the enemy. The JUDGE presents its ae condolences to Mr. Cleveland, Mr. Pulitzer SOMETHING TO.BUILD ON: and the tariff-reform business, and its con- CLavpe—"* Is yo" goin’ to build a hoss, "Rastus ?" gratulations to the Republican party of the *Rastus—* Why yo’ say build a hoss—what yo" sayin’ dat fo"? United States. Rhode Island is true and CLaupe—" Becoze I see yo' has yo’ frame-work up. the country is; too: composed of dudes. ood Phyfe might remark, somewhat with Hamlet, “he found me easier to play on than a pipe.” PROTECTED BY HIS CRIME. s6LJONOR” is a queer thing. A man debauches the wife of his friend, and then declines to fight the friend, let us say, because the debauch- ery places the friend beyond the pale allotted to gentlemen. That is about the position occupied by Mr. Borrowe and his assistant negotiators, not to mention his bureau of publication. NOT JOHN JACOB'S WAY. DOES OUR SOCIETY approve the judgment of that one of its mem- bers who travels with a ready-made second having the record of killing the father, husband and brother of one woman? If it does there has been a remarkable descent from the homely sense, the business honor, and the re- spect for law and justice which char- FOILED, acterized the grandfathers of our so- Brown (reading) —"* * He stood before her, hat in hand, waiting for her response '"—. po = Mrs. Brown —‘*And she said * Athol, I can never be yours ; I love another '—didn’t she? ciety. Brown —"No; she dropped in a big Canada cent.” comicbooks:!com j