Judge, 1896-04-04 · page 3 of 16
Judge — April 4, 1896 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains several humor pieces and cartoons typical of Judge's satirical content: **"His Little Game"** and **"A Difficult Word"** are short humorous prose pieces about domestic life and education, without obvious political content. **"Fastidious"** features two brief anecdotes mocking pretentious women from Chicago and Boston who demand expensive foods. The illustrated cartoons appear to satirize everyday social situations: an "Engagement Off" scenario between a professor and student; a "Great Guard" about a dog; and a "Woman's Reason" showing domestic disputes. These pieces mock middle-class social pretensions, romantic complications, and domestic friction—common Judge subjects. Without clearer context or identifiable public figures, the specific satirical targets remain general social commentary rather than references to particular political events or people.
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HIS LITTLE GAME. [ HEAR in the twitter of birds her song ; T hear her step in the rustling grass ; Her laugh in the evening breeze, and I long To see my Margaret pass. For I hold a hand that is fair to see, And a flash of hepe through my being darts That she'll turn it down, aid leave it to me For a march by making it hearts. Menney GRANVILLE, A DIFFICULT WORD. #6 WVHY don’t you study your reading- lesson, Frances?” that little lady's papa asked severely. “The words are so hard to pro- nounce, papa.” replied the small student. “1 don’t believe you can say them your- self.” Oh, nonsense! Spell the words and divide them into syllables.” Then the spelling began. “G-reaen-d. What's that, papa?” “Grand. Go on.” “Grand, fat. What's that?” “Grand fat, What next, Frances >" “Grand fat, h-e-r, What does that spell, papa?” Faien —"* What a skillful touch your wife has, Binks.” - “AVhy, her, of course. Go on.” BINKs —‘* You'd say so if you knew how much money she manages to get out of me. “Grand fat her is—is. A GREAT SIMILARITY. “Do let me see the book, Frances. Who ever heard of a grand fat + SWELL. Bounce, you don’t know a good thing when you see it,” said her? You surely haven't spelled the word correctly.” Marjorie’s father one morning, as he tossed away a piece of meat And then mamma laugh- ed from her corner, “Did you never hear of the dog had just, with a wise sniff, rejected. Bounce had his reasons ; the under side of grandfather, papa?” the meat had mustard upon And Frances cried, tri- YY oe : it, but little Marjorie did not umphantly, f “ ° know that. “TL told you these words Bishop R. dined with us were awfully hard, papa. You for the first time that night, see you can’t pronounce them Marjorie came in as dessert yourself.” ‘ f was served, and at the bishop's ANNA FIERFONT St¥ETER, invitation nestled at his side, / ? C A Our choicest wine was prof- FASTIDIOUS. q Wa 5 $i) \) fered our distinguished friend, } but he gravely declined. We were just becoming uncom- fortably conscious that our \ guest was not quite like some are some of pap: vn s ENGAGEMENT OFF. other bishops we knew, when ing.” Proressor Focc —'* Miss Oletimer, I must imperatively beg to be released from my Marjorie’s treble filled the Miss Fancy (of Boston, engagement. { have had Kathode of Geissler tubes fitted to my kodak, and upon developing room n. * y tive of y vhich | took last week, I find unmistakable signs of ossification of the “Pp. i "ei dreamily) — "Thank you; if feate ns ° 2m NNER E tOOk Ua . Papa, Bishop R. 's just Miss Breezy (of Chicago) —"Let me help you to the sausages, my dear. You will find them very ni you have some without any Miss OupriMER—* Indeed, professor! And I have long discovered unmistakable signs like Bouncie, ain't he, ‘cause bark on you may help me.” of ossification in your head, Let us part as friends.”” he don't know a good thing when he sees it neither!” A WOMAN'S REASON, Puorockarnes Jouxsox —"* Now then, Mrs. lackson, if you'll kindly try Mrs. Jackson —"* Wot dat, yo' impident puppy? Jais ez ef I didn’ allus to look pleasant—only for just one second, Mrs. Jackson—just one second.” Jook plaisant !"