Judge, 1893-02-18 · page 4 of 16
Judge — February 18, 1893 — page 4: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains multiple short humorous pieces typical of 1890s-era satirical journalism: **"The Sonnet"** mocks the Victorian literary obsession with sonnet-writing, portraying it as tedious and overwrought—a jab at Romantic-era poetic conventions that had become exhausted clichés. **"An Adept at That"** jokes about a boy who can only draw in "artistic style" by drawing a cork—absurdist humor about pretentious art instruction. **"She Had Seen It Often"** presents a rejected suitor being rebuffed with wit—the woman sardonically suggests he consult a dictionary for the word "fail." **"The Very Thing"** depicts a Yale football player wanting to borrow medieval armor for quarterback play—satire of privileged college athletics. **Other shorts** include jokes about tattoos, women's reserved behavior, and various social observations. The page's overall tone ridicules Victorian affectations, artistic pretension, and contemporary social conventions through lighthearted anecdotes and puns rather than pointed political commentary.
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JUDGE THE SONNET. E GODS, but I'm sick of the sonnet, Oh, sick of the sonnet am I! ‘The time that is wasted upon it, The struggle-and labor—why, why Will our poets so ceaselessly con So turn it and twist it and sigh Like a girl with a cobbled-up bonnet That never looks right to the eye How oftensoever she don it? I wish that these magazines, fly, Which of late have so ruthlessly “* gone it In this one direction would try Sitting down, for a change, on the sonnet And let something else have a shy. MADRLINE S. BRIDGES. AN ADEPT AT THAT. Anxious father —“ Does Frank display any artistic ability? Can he draw anything?” Master —" Yes, there is one thing SHE DID. he can draw in artistic style.” Tt was on the woodland road Anxious father —* What's that?" Amid the light’s fantastic change— # “+ If you can't drive with one hand, Master —"A cork. George, let me hold the reins.” SHE HAD SEEN IT OFTEN. oe [8 THE bright lexicon of youth there's no such word as fail,” observed Feath- erly, who had for the second time been refused by Miss M. Adisons Quare. “Lexicons are not just in my line,” remarked that young woman, “but you'll find the word very easily in that dictionary on the table.” THE VERY THING. Tuffy of the Yalevard team being shown around his uncle's new residence, UNCLE (stopping before suit of ar- mor) —""'Vhere now, my boy. There's areal fifteenth-century suit, certified by the Tower armorer, ‘That ought to in- terest you.” ‘TurFY—" By Jove, it does, nunkey ! I'd like to borrow ft the next time I play quarter-back on our team.” AT THE MUSEUM. . X\ ‘ ‘| M AFRAID I'll be murderea ed some day,” said the tattooed man FACIAL EXPRESSION WHILE ROLLING A CIGARETTE, sadly. Did you— ‘ever watch a dude- rolling: “ Why ?” asked the giant. “ Because I'm a marked man,” said the tattooed man. And then the skeleton dude laughed so he got fat and lost his position. NO HEELS FOR WILLIE. Stimson —" What's become of those new slippers you got for me?” Mrs. Slimson — Willie has them out in the back yard, taking off the heels.” THE KIND HE LIKED. Mr, Trustiner—" Don’t you like to see a woman who is reserved ?” Mr. Scornsecks —" Yes, 1 like very much to see a woman who is reserved—for some other man.” = BY THE JUDGE. PRING * cmicKens PH] (GOD never fails to keep pace with the churches. Uncertain prophets should confine their predic- tions to generalities. If one would inform the Philistines of his weakened armor let him confide the secret to his chosen friend. If there is anything on earth which a person has not absolute right to it is the privacy of his own griefs and sufferings. A woman is never so sure in her dealings with men, so generous and unre- strained, as when fortified by EXTRACT FROM A POPULAR SONG. the presence of her husband. “Bat I'm not so young as I used to be.” KATICRINE Grosjaax. SUNDAY MORNING AT THE HEIGHTS. re, Moike, yer woif is a stroikin’-lookin’ ledd; ‘aith, Pat, an’ she’s more stroikin’ than lookin’ !” comicbooks.com