Judge, 1892-05-28 · page 3 of 18
Judge — May 28, 1892 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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# "Puck" Magazine Page Analysis This page contains patriotic poetry about fallen soldiers and memorial observances, likely related to Decoration Day (Memorial Day) observances. The upper sections are verses honoring the dead and graves of soldiers. The three cartoon panels below satirize different social issues: 1. **"A Billion?—Far More"**: Criticizes Democratic politicians, suggesting they mishandle public funds worse than a billion-dollar error. 2. **"Stretched Truth"**: Shows a customer confronting a jeweler about a faulty watch—a common consumer fraud complaint. 3. **"About the Size of It"**: Depicts a conversation about exaggerated fishing tales, poking fun at people who boast. The cartoons use working-class characters to mock political incompetence, commercial dishonesty, and everyday deception. The overall page balances solemn patriotic sentiment with sharp social criticism typical of Judge magazine's satirical approach.
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—- Gio V Iv. Not till the morn of glory Touches eac: Washes their scars so gory, Meet for their brighter lot, Ever shall fade Though kings be long forgot! LORD SALISBURY forgets. Home rule in England brings about no outbreak against the church of England, and the Ulster Protestants have. no right to con trol the liberty of Ireland through any fear of a Catholic-church_ma- jority. A BILLION ?—FAR MORE. ‘THE PARTY OF ECONOMY is in a bad way. The cry of a billion congress has lost its charm, for the Democratic house of rep- resentatives, with an overwhelming majority, goes the billion better by fifty millions. The Sun says these representatives are fools and trai- tors. The World calls them heed less hot-heads, and intimates that Mn, SNEKLEFRIDZ (as he frounces his son)—"' This will teach you never to You are a disgrace to your family.” tell a lie. 1, lows And marble stones a-row, Over. the grassy billows Where heroes lie below, Thrilling the soldiers’ pil- lows— Listen! the bugles blow. - un All the old idols broken, Safety and ease they spurned. What can we offer for token— Hearts that so highly burned? Revtrently be it spoken— Give them the love they earned. hh hallowed spot. their story, STRETCHED TRUTH. ANGRY CUSTOMER (of a day or two before)—"*T thought you told me this watch would keep time Mx. FELDSTEIN —" Vell, it don'd gif it avay, does it, mein frent 2” ABOUT THE SIZE OF IT. ER the swaying wil- Wherearethe forms that rested After the twilight fell, Whose ardor and love were tested In fire like the fire of hell? Where are the men who breasted Shivering shot and shell? v. Yet in each banner ewelling Its folds against the sky, In every tear-drop welling From every patriot’s eye— To-day—their vigil telling— Each answers, “Here am I.” CM, CRANDALL, the Chicago convention might as well not meet. How history and fable repeat themselves! Put your beggar on horseback and where does he ride? SINCE 1861. ‘HE DAY WE DECORATE has softened itself to a senti- ment with no tears in it, The old griefs and bitternesses have settled themselves to the dead level, along with the old graves. We have flow- ers for remembrance, and there is a sacred sentiment of patriotism that needs no resurrection because it has no death; but we take them with us to the woods and the other se- cluded places, to use them with new things and thoughts and wind them into new garlands. Thirty years is a long time, and the privilege of forgetfulness is as sweet and com- fortable as that of remembrance. Mr. SNEKLEFRIDZ (on Ais way down town)—"Fish! why, my dear Mr, “Underlip,I caught a founder out there as big as that—weighed fourteen pounds.” comicbooks.com