Judge, 1895-06-08 · page 4 of 16
Judge — June 8, 1895 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page from Judge magazine (undated but appears late 19th century) contains several separate humor pieces: **"A Maiden's No"** satirizes romantic misinterpretation—a lover convinces himself that a woman's rejections and avoidances actually prove her love, culminating in her saying "No" to his proposal, which he interprets as affection. The joke mocks male delusion in courtship. **"The Lover's Reminiscence"** shows a jilted lover questioning why he spent money on a woman who rejected him—satire on romantic foolishness and wasted expense. **"At the O'Heas' Party"** uses Irish dialect humor (typical of the era) where two Irishmen discuss fighting over slanders, employing exaggerated brogue. **"At Sunset"** is sentimental romantic poetry, likely included for contrast/mockery. The baseball section at bottom uses visual puns about playing technique. Overall, the page emphasizes satire on romance, courtship misunderstandings, and gender dynamics—common Judge themes mocking Victorian-era social pretense and male foolishness in matters of love.
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ude A MAIDEN’S NO. © Maidens turn their heads away. ‘Meaning yes, and saying nay.” Std sone. HE thought to mask her heart from me With jest and laughter gay , I knew she loved me by her glance. (She looked the other way.) I sent her roses, begging she Would wear them. The coquette Told me she loved me by her choice. (She wore some mignonette.) And when a rival claimed my waltz, By her capricious whim She plainly showed she cared for me. (She gave the dance to him.) She loved me well; and one fair night T asked her if ‘twere so; I knew it by her whispered word, THE LOVER'S REMINISCENCE. (She softly murmured ** No,”) He (who was in love, but is so no more)—"* 1 wonder what canotys watts, [ever saw in dat girl ter make me spend twenty-five cents on her.” NO RIVAL NEAR THE THRONE. Brown —“ Why did your mother take the parrot out of the sit- ting-room ?* nicgehabiiin Little Johnnie—" The sewing-circle met here this afternoon.” JUDGE'S FAVORITES. MISS ANNIE O'NEILL IN ‘HIS WIFE'S FATHER.” Sweets to the sweet and flowers to the fair, ‘And compliments beside, For you. the favored and the debonair, Playing the pretty bride. One can but sigh, " How just foo nice she'd be Tn that same rdle: but im readity?” AT THE O’HEAS’ PARTY. O'Grady—" Stip outside, Misther Flynn, where we won't be afther distoorbin’ the dancers ; an’ it’s foightin’ or answerin’ me ye'll be raygardin’ the remarruks ye've made derogatoory to the characther av mesilf an’ me woife.”” O Grady (outside) —" It’s the foine back yarrud we hov here, wid plinty av room; an’ now ye'll plaze be tellin’ me, as bechune man an’ man, did ye iver say anythin’ forninst the characther av mesilf or Misthress O'Grady 2” ‘lynn —" As to me chice av foightin’ or answerin’ ye, Timotty O'Grady, faith, Oi'll take both. An’ Oi'm tellin’ ye now, as bechune man an’ man, thot Oi niver did say any- thin’ derogatoory to the characther av yersilf or Misthress O'Grady ;" (taking off his coat) “but Oi intind to!” AT SUNSET. WANTED FINE WEATHER. . : - ' Boray—'" Did Joshua make the sun stand still 2” IIE. sun is a great red rose, each leaf with passion aquiver, SUNDAVEGIIOGL FkAGHER Vivea” Mantled in mosses of mist, afloat on an amber sea ; Bossy— Could he do it again, t J The curtains of night in the east flow down like a mystical river, SUNDAY-SCHOOL TEACHER —'* Why, he’s dead !" Bearing the lotos of slumber to the weary world and to me, Boney (sighing deeply)—"* Oh, is he? I'm sorry ; he might have nailed it for a week on RAMA FLAVTHR SEARURY, the fourth of July.” THe Seong. I. Smita O. Bagutycorn 60, PAL TS LY Hy HELTAH HA Uuavensauey HIT HARD, Dur whose pectrtive curves Mow R PITCH . x ‘ = = AWiGH BALL. “AR HARLEM ROoTeR.* Down THE STRONGEST Bat BASE-BALL NOTES. TER. comicbooks.com