Judge, 1892-05-14 · page 5 of 18
Judge — May 14, 1892 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several short satirical pieces typical of late 19th-century Judge magazine: **"In the Mirror—A Phantasy"** is a romantic poem mocking overly sentimental Victorian poetry, complete with archaic language ("e'ene," "wae gie her"). The satire targets flowery love verse and male fantasy. **"A Question of Style"** jokes about senators Jerry Simpson and "Peffer" attending a White House reception, debating whether to wear wool or sealskin gloves—satirizing political pretension and formality among rural politicians. **"Poker v. Politics"** presents a brief absurdist joke about a caliph asking if someone "covered my raise," mixing gambling and politics. **"A Puzzling Temperance Question"** uses the paradox of drunk men walking safely versus sober men stumbling—a temperance-era joke about alcohol's contradictory effects. **"One Lie Too Many"** depicts a Western ranger exaggerating his exploits to a horse owner, who finally rebels at yet another tall tale—satirizing frontier braggadocio. The illustrations employ period-typical wood-engraved style.
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JubcE IN THE MIRROR—A PHANTASY. TO ESS. fair, angelic, worshipful (but yet a woman), is dedicated this “ pome" xihe direful issue of midnight vigils, weary days of labor, tattered dictionaries, and exhausted brain and ‘nerve tissue. AITHFULE and true Portraite are you, Vividlye calling up memories fleete. Gracefullye faire, Combing her Stands she, my Lore! chinglye sweete. Pensivelye dreaming, Almost in seemi Faire as a vision of Oriente queene. Roguishlye glancing (Now her eyes dancing), Standing behind her she sees me, 1 weene. Dimpling, demurelye Blushing, she surelye Refels not the daring thought deepe in my e’ene. Postlude. Nay, T wad not that the giftie wa’ gie her ‘Vo see hersel bricht as I dreanlinglye see her. [fear me ‘twad pute in her vaine little heade Fule mony a notion ‘twere best left unsaide. A YOUNG DE Herr Tansniv Casino orchestra) —" N y you sit on von of dose orchesdra Shairs und pe a goot little poy und T'll pring you again some dime.” A QUESTION OF STYLE, S6QAY, Peffer,” said Jerry Simpson, “are you go- ing to the white-house reception to-night?” “Yes; you?” said the sen- ator. “Yep. But say, Peff, do we wear glove “OF course. “What kind—woolen or sealskin ?” POKER V. POLITICS. ; ES . SG IRE.” said the vizier hum- bly, “a subject desires A PUZZLING TEMPERANCE QUESTION. to see you.” Yap __ Why is it that a perfectly sober man has such a thing as —While a man who is so drunk that he staggers “Did he cover my raise? this happen to him—— walks along it in perfect safety? asked the caliph dreamily. ONE LIE TOO MANY. WESTERN RANGER —"* Got any objection to lettin’ my hoss lean agin your Tue woRsk—''I could have stood it a few miles further, but that last lie pampa innit?” He's kinder fagged arter me killin’ ten Injuns this mornin’.” was too much, I've got to do a little myself." comicbooks.com