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Judge — July 9, 1892 — page 6: Judge, 1892-07-09

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This page contains multiple short humorous sketches typical of Judge magazine's format. Key satirical points: **"The Peace-Maker"**: A couple's marital dispute stems from the wife's excessive champagne consumption at a society event—mocking upper-class excess and frivolous domesticity. **"A Difference"**: A colonel jokes he'd rather attend military balls than have them "come to me, as one did once, and take an arm off"—likely referencing combat casualties or military accidents. **"Modern Mythology"**: A child answers that "Pulitzer" (newspaper magnate Joseph Pulitzer) supports the world on his shoulders—satirizing media's perceived cultural dominance and influence. **"Her Tenth Season"**: A woman trying unsuccessfully to "catch something" (marriage) for ten seasons reflects period anxieties about unmarried women. **"A Curiosity"**: A laundyman wearing his own starched collars and cuffs is presented as a museum exhibit—absurdist humor about mundane eccentricity. The sketches target marriage, courtship, class pretension, and media influence through quick wit rather than sophisticated political commentary.

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IN AND OUT. HAT exquisite motion ! Like waves on the ocean I swing in my hammock, by 3 leafy limbs shaded. With naught to annoy me, No thought to employ me, "Tis here I may rest when I'm wearied and jaded. Around me ail fair And balmy the air The great tree above me soft waves its green banner— I startle with wonder ; The rope breaks asunder And I ‘go to grass” in a summary manner, We're prone thus to hover Our stern duties over, As Tin my hammock, forgetting life's verity, Till sudden they find us And strongly remind us, And we reach the ground with a startling celerity. Gxonce aIxDSEvE. THE PEACE-MAKER. He—"Of course you know of my estrange- ment from my wife?’ She—"Yes, She told me it was without But there was reason for it.” She—"What?" , ‘He—" Why, she took too much champagne at ‘A DIFFERENCE. the Cadby-Masons’.”" Miss MABeL—"Aren’t military balls just too lovely for anything? Don’t you like to go to them, She—"Oh, 1 see, There was but one bottle 7onel?” 4 ‘THE CoLONEL—"* Well. my dear, I'd a deal rather go to them than have them come to me, as one between you. did once, and take an arm off." OVERLOOKED. séTHAT'S a first-rate en- graving of William Walter Phelps.” “Yes; but it lacks one thing to make it a speaking likeness. If they had only thought to print the necktie in red ink it would have taken the town by storm.” READY FOR THE SHAKESPEARIAN. . *HAMLET may not have been a madman, but his reverence for his father ve made him a “Didn't his father's ghost tell him that he could a tail unfold?” A CURIOSITY, Visitor (in museum)— PICNIC. “1 don't see anything re- “Gor everything ready, markable about that’ freak. y Chollie? What has he done “Yes.” Museum-man—"Heis a laundryman who wears his own collars and cuffs.” “Plenty of champagne and sandwiches ?” “Yes.” “And an opiate for the chaperon?” “By Jove! no.” DESPERATE M HAt-noy— a ENSOAK—" You're jist right! I've been fightin’ that ole blue-bottle fly all th’ morn- in’, an’ at last Thad t’ plank him.” MODERN MYTHOLOGY. ++ NOW, Johnnie, who is the mythological person who is supposed to support the world on his shoulders?” “Pulitzer, ma‘am.” CLOSE QUARTERS. WE HAD only one little parasol, For one little person meant ; And it rained like mad, but she didn’t care— So she said—and 1 was content. HER TENTH SEASON. Grace— Miss Passé will catch cold if she sits on the piazza much longer.” “Ya-as, Harry; | always carry me hat-box. It's English, Rosalie—* No, she won't. She's been dontcherknow ?” : 2—CONV: ; s (Alone later.) “And then I carry a gas- trying for years to catch something.” in it to fry eggs, dontcherknow?* comicbooks.com