Judge, 1892-06-04 · page 3 of 16
Judge — June 4, 1892 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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This page contains satirical poetry and commentary on early 1900s political figures and social issues. **"The Cranks of Politics"** section criticizes efforts to form a "Farmers' Alliance" into a third political party, dismissing the scheme as nonsensical. It mocks both major parties—Republicans and Democrats—as fraudulent, claiming they court prohibitionists and free-silver advocates only for votes, then abandon them. **"The Very One"** cartoon satirizes a woman asking a photographer to use a cigarette picture rather than her actual photograph, mocking vanity culture. **"The Improvised Spring-Board"** depicts physical slapstick humor of someone attempting circus tricks on a makeshift board, typical of Judge's lighter comedic content. The page blends political commentary critiquing third-party movements with period humor and social satire.
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Tell you how Come this weddin' !—Me an’ her Went a-walkin’ yender, whur ‘Them-er peach-trees, old an’ gray, Hung ‘ith fruit ez thick ez they Hang right now. She was kam Eza slab o' ice !—her eyes Sot fur off upun the skies. Vit upun her lips a smile Scemed a-hintin’ all the while, “Hyere Tam!” Never dast Uster see Other fellers kerry her Home from meetin’ while I were Waitin’ round ‘ith tremblin’ knees, Strivin’ fer to say "Lou, please Go ‘ith me ! But thet day Ez I clumb the tree an’ Lou Looked up at me, peekin’ th'oo ‘Them-er yeller curls, her Ii Morkin’ bees to come an’ sip Right away— Mebby you Skeréely think of Lou till then ! You know how things is ‘ith men? When the heart beats high an’ warm ‘They're afeerd to crook an’ arm Walkin’ past. Know how tree an’ boughs an’ all Sortuh slipped an’ let me fall At her feet ?—an’ ** Lou !" says I, Stutterin’, stammerin’, *t ob, Lou !—why, Will yeh, Lou?’ Heaven's breaf Kinduh drifted th’oo the day ; Come to earth an’ come to stay ! Fur she blushed an’ laughed, an’ ther Nodded, an’—ah, shucks !—you ben Thar yourse’t! EVA WILDER MC GLASSON. and which is, as she will know herself if somebody informs her, a feeble untruth as well. THE CRANKS OF POLITICS. A WRITER says Mr. Kipling thinks he knows it all. That is unjust. Mr. Kipling is modest, and assumes a know!- GREAT EFFORT is being made to edge only of the introduction, the dis- A Pada i course, and the first five or six lines of the ; F ; benednsa. ie | ‘ riety. Its schemes are the rankest non- see j sense, but it hopes to be a balance of 2 : ee power sufficiently large to frighten some- Dee re save) ot 8, convict body. It is a bugaboo of the prohibition ‘an, “She is no worse than some and the free-silver kind, born to be ridicu- of her accusers.” Doctor, if that rule Haas ed aa tie oe neha were to save criminals from punishment aaily and @RRSUA ETABE OF Uishlty THE every prison in the world would be totally gnc af the {wor greatest daa sives unoccupied, serious attention to these crank politicians will lose its self-respect and its chance of success. The Republicans have ceased to court the favors of the prohibitionists, and they have got along better since they recognized them merely to give them their contempt. Let the cranks alone. ‘They are frauds from the first to the last man, and are in politics merely for money and notoriet WHEN IT IS SAID that Leon Abbett is rolling up his sleeves to fight the coal barons there is an obvious absence of information. What Governor Abbett is fighting for is the privilege of escaping the people in behalf of the coal barons. WOMEN CAN NEVER respect the amenities of debate. Thus Lady Florence Dixie says Gladstone is a grand old humbug, which is not an argument THE VEKY ONE. “Ob, Miss Lippincott, dey’s a Mr. McGinty yer from Rich mond an’ wantin’ to know if yo’ woan’ let him usin yo’ photo- graph fo’ a cigarette-picture. THE IMPROVISED SPRING-BOARD, —jump on it. —Talk about your circus! Hoop-la!” comicbooks.com