Judge, 1895-11-23 · page 5 of 16
Judge — November 23, 1895 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This page contains multiple satirical pieces from an American publication, likely early 20th century based on style and references. **"The Last Straw"** features a man distraught that his wealthy uncle has recovered from pneumonia—the joke being he anticipated inheriting money. The satire mocks greed masquerading as concern. **"A Palpable Hit in Colorado"** describes a woman performer ("Miss Binpie Tarara") of "sterling mould" who receives a shower of silver coins during a performance, netting nearly $400—satirizing both the performer's calculated appeal and audience gullibility. **Bottom section**: "A Few Suggestive Emblems for the New Ballot" offers visual voting symbols for illiterate voters, including dollar signs, whiskey bottles, and labor tools. This criticizes how political parties allegedly appeal to voters through crude stereotypes—money for Republicans, alcohol for Democrats, labor concerns for others—rather than substantive policy. The page overall mocks American social pretension, financial desperation, and the perceived manipulation of voters by political machines.
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329 FORGIVEN. MARIORIE was recently an attentive witness to a recon- ciliation which followed a spirited argument between two members of our family. “I'm just awfully sorry, and I wish you'd forget my part in the matter,” said one. “Oh. it’s all right. It’s a bit unfortunate that it occurred, but I was more to blame than you,” replied the other penitent. Yesterday Marjorie was very restless and naughty during Sunday-school session. Arriving home, her mother sent her to her room with the suggestion that she kneel down and ask God to forgive her naughtiness in his house. Marjorie came tripping down stairs within three minutes. “T'm afraid, Marjorie, that you did not do what I told said her mother. es, 1 did, too,” replied the child serenely. “I told God I was sorry and he said, ‘All right; it’s misfortunate, but I was more to blame than you.’ HOBSON'S CHOICE. © 4 OEE Lam single from choice,” said she Ina low and winning voice. But she glared at the speaker savagely When he asked her ‘ From whose choice ?* A SOCIETY FUNCTION. A PALPABLE HIT IN COLORADO. HE policeman had a three-card-monte man in his care.and Miss Binpie TARARA (topical serio-comic)—"* Oh, I'm a gitl of sterling mould, an’ silver was waiting for the patrol-wagon to arrive. hits me better ‘n gold ""— Ww oar aatag i : (The rest drowned, by enthusiastic applause and dangerous shower of silver coins. Har te, yoo. doled fa Seled 2 end of the ofices whe, Miss Bircie, on recovery at the hospital next day, finds herself three hundred and ninety- happened to come along just then. seven dollars and twenty-five cents ahead of the game.) “Tam holding a card party,” was the reply. NO IRISH NEED APPLY. ee fos ng Jack Puuscer—"' What's the matter, Spenditt? You look all broke up. THE LAST STRAW. > ‘Tom Srenrrt (between sobs)—"* | am, Jack. My dear old uncle, Millyuns, who has kept up so bravely against Wanane RIGNTE his last attack of pneumonia, is convalescent. Ie és, Jack. The stubborn old cuss is actually convalescent." (Breaks down completely.) | OUR MOTTO= ! [KEEP mum. | i [EREE] TiCKET \\\ ; in ie SyRaiGl? REP-| Steaeut Dem! Py erey A FEW SUGGESTIVE EMBLEM> FOR THE NEW BALLOT WHICH THE ILLITERATE VOTER MIGHT COMPREHEND WITH LFSS DIFFICULTY THAN THOSE ADOPTED.