Judge, 1892-12-24 · page 3 of 18
Judge — December 24, 1892 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three distinct pieces: 1. **"Kriss Kringle's Call"** - A sentimental Christmas poem by Nora Barton Hays depicting children's joy during the holidays, with nostalgic imagery of Christmas morning and toys. 2. **"It's Different in the Country"** - A dialogue cartoon showing an urban couple debating whether to spend Christmas in the city or country, with the husband reluctant due to unpredictable rural train schedules. 3. **"The Christmas-Tree"** - A series of four illustrations showing how a Christmas tree's perceived importance grows as a person ages (four, nine, fifteen, and twenty-one years old), satirizing how adults become increasingly sentimental about holiday traditions compared to children. The page is primarily sentimental holiday content rather than political satire, reflecting Judge's mixed editorial approach combining humor with domestic themes.
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Nine years. Its size and importance as it appears KRISS KRINGLE’S CALL. The true version, [8 THE dawa-tide of Christmas, eer peep of the day, Worn out with devoting the past night away To doll-baby dressing and cedar adorning, I bethought me to sleep until nine in the morning : When there broke on my dreams in an ominous noise The rollicksome sport of my girls and my boys. Pit-a-pat on the stairs came the tramping of feet, As ‘twere forty wild burrows a-loose in the street’; ‘Aback on its hinges the door opened wide, With a chorus of ** Christmas gift !” yelled on each side, And Tommy and Willie and Johnnie and Belle — How many old Santa Claus only can tell— From Nellie, who led them, to wee toddling Paul, Like the tail of a comet they streamed down the hall. ‘Then jostled and pushed and rushed in with a shout To each **dear little stocking,” its sides bulging out, And chattered and scampered and danced in their glee Till the rafters were giving, it seemed like to me; d with them, though he tried to look, glum. When the least baby choked with a big sugar-plum. Oh, the toot-horn was there and got down to its work As no power in Keely’s vain motor doth lurk ; ‘And the fuse of fire-crackers was held at my nose, While hot, stubby ends burnt around on my toes. ‘There were wagons and skates and dolls shining new, And I asked as they came, ‘* Will they ever get through ?° For never before, save the oil-cruse of yore, Was a thing emptied fast that contained as much more. “ Merry Christmas to all !" With our memories bright We pile up the Yule-logs and dream in their light Of childhood’s fair day, when as happy ourselves, And we joy in the mirth of these frolicsome elves ; ‘Then as gladly we hallow this brightest of morns (Hark! hear in the distance the blowing of horns) ‘That Saint Nicholas brings with the frost and the snow (Bombardment of torpedoes firing below). But the best of all blessings sent down to this sphere Is that Christmas can come—only once in a year. INDA BARTON MAYS. 11'S DIFFERENT IN THE COUNTRY, De Wics—* Miss Ruratazi you have—ah—decided to 5} —""Yes, but it is a dreadful bore. nd the wintah in thecity. Well, I'm so glad !” We don’t know when callers will step in. Now, in the country everything is regulated by the railroad time-table.”” Fifteen years. THE CHRISTMAS-TREE. Twenty-one years. to the beholder at the respective ages of four, nine, fifteen and twenty-one. comicbooks.com