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# Page 19: "My Lady's Sleeves" and Social Satire The upper section is a romantic poem about a man pining for a woman, using her "sleeves" as a metaphor for her presence and affection—conventional Victorian sentimentality. Below, "A Timely Resolution" mocks women's activism. The "Equal Rights Club" in Fregonia proposes that women should adopt men's "dress, habits and prerogatives" and conduct themselves with "dignity and breeding of gentlemen." The satirical point: the magazine ridicules women's equality movements by suggesting they should literally become men to gain rights—implying women's activism is absurd rather than legitimate. The fishing scene ("The Worm Will Turn") appears unrelated comic relief, showing fishermen's mishaps. This reflects Judge's conservative stance opposing women's suffrage and equality movements of the era.
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MY LADY’S SLEEVES. HE'S a phantom of grace as she sails in the room And T long for a glimpse of her cheek ; But ecstasy dies in an ebony gloom — My pangs are too utter to speak. If my glances can roam to the crest of her comb ‘Tis all that my vision perceives ; And so with a sigh I lay the hope by As I sit in the shade of her sleeves, Tonce was a man of the average size, In a beautiful bygone day ; And favor I found in my fair one’s eyes, And oh, but my bosom was gay ! But fashion hath changed and her heart is estranged, In sorrow my spirit now grieves; For my dream is a wreck, And I'm shrunk to a speck As I sit in the shade of her sleeves. If I only could sport a silk hat in the house How much it would add to my height ! But no; T must sit just as meek as a mouse, Safe hid from my dear one's sight Why, sometimes I doubt if she knows I'm about. Life truly is “nothing but leaves.” Pleasure’s lamp has gone out And hope put to rout As I sit in the shade of her sleeves, it till ter-morrer.” making such a fuss over the new woman, about the need of a new man, “*Lcan't; I've had dese mud-worms in me pocket fer four days now. Me mudder won't lemme put ‘em in de refrigerator, an’ even mud-worms ‘Il turn on a feller sich weather as dis,” ENTIRELY TOO FRESH. Mr. ScorFLeicH — “I don't see why you people should be uu don’t hear us talking Miss FIN pe SitcLr—'tNo. As arule, men are new enough.” WILL TURN. Ah, once I could glide to her radiant side With smiles and with blushes she'd listen Now at night and at noon through a rust Alas ! as I viewed them swell up and uy Oh, sometimes I think I must take to the 19 And coo in the shell of her ear; in pride My passionate wooing to hear. ling balloon No answer my wooing receives ; Nor can my arm reach 'o the goal of my speech As I sit in the shade of her sleeves My spirits sank down and down. cup, My horrible anguish to drown. Is it feathers or gas that hath puffed up my lass? Weird fancies delirium weaves. Whatever the stuff My fate it is rough— I'm lost in the shade of her sleeves ! SAMUEL MINTURN PRC. A TIMELY RESOLUTION. HEREAS, we have observed the present tendency of women to assume the dress, habits and preroga- tives of men, be it hereby Resolved, that women shall here- after be required, by the polite laws of general society, to remove the hat at public assemblies, to raise it in saluta- tion, and to otherwise conduct them- selves in accordance with the dignity and breeding of gentlemen. EQUAL RIGHTS CLUB, Freegonia, U.S. A. Per bere He did, he did