Judge, 1896-08-01 · page 4 of 16
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page from *Judge* contains several satirical pieces typical of turn-of-the-century American humor: **"Disillusioned"** mocks masculine vanity: a man's pride in his new mustache is deflated when his five-year-old son compares it to cow horns—a child's innocent observation undercutting adult pretension. **"A Pleasant Sunday"** satirizes rural American dialect and impractical advice. A lost cyclist asking for directions receives increasingly absurd options (foot-deep sand, washed-out bridges, swimming), culminating in the unhelpful suggestion to "pray for a balloon." **"A Natural Mistake"** plays on stereotypes of Native Americans, depicting confused communication about trade. **"A Kansas Toilet"** uses rural dialect humor about lost eyeglasses, typical of period humor mocking rural Americans. **"The Ballad of the Summer Girl"** is a lighthearted poem about male fickleness toward different women, ending with a marriage moral—common romantic humor of the era. The cartoons employ exaggerated illustrations and vernacular dialect to create humor through class and regional stereotyping common to Gilded Age satire.
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pets Photo, by Fath. JUDGE'S FAVORITES. JENNIE, GOLDTHWAITE. (Om her wedding day.) Congratulations! since your star of fate Has led you thus to Hymen’s golden gate. ‘The tour of hearts in conquest being done, You rest, to reign supremely over one. ‘The stage will miss you so, we can but sigh: Let it be au revoir, and not good-bye DISILLUSIONED. HAT mustache was the pride of his heart, a large, self-asserting, bristling affair, at which he cast furtive glances in the mirror opposite, re- flecting proudly what an added air of distinction it gave. At this moment his five-year-old son pulled aside the portizres and stood irresolute in the doorway. “ Well, Ned, do you wish anything?” he inquired. * No” (reflectively), ** 1 was jest a-thinkin’ how much your mustache looked like a cow's horns stuck on the middle of your face.” And an ominous silence followed. AN ELECTRIC COUP D'ETAT. Twrsty Brit. (fo Aimself/)—"' Dis is de first real snap Lever struck. (A/oud.) Sorry, gents, bot it’s me duty ter fix dis “lectric lite.” 2) how ters, gents; dis leniency on my part may be de means of losin’ me me job.” Suape A PLEASANT SUN- DAY. HE HAD sailed down hill over rough stones until he was jolted into nervous despair. He was hoping for a better way back, but in his desire to find new roads and new experiences he had wan- dered far and he was lost. He dismounted and leaned disconsolately over the bicycle. Suddenly a na- tive came around the bend of the way. “Can you tell me I can get back to town?” he asked. “Ye kin go the way | ye come, but I guess ye'll hev to carry that thing on yer back.” “Yes, I know, but is there no other road?” “Ye kin go ‘round by the school-house, but the sand is "bout a foot deep.” “Is that the only way?” A NATURAL MISTAKE, RED-MAN-APRAID-OF-WATER—" Huh ! heap fine pipes. him how much ?”* What sell “No; ye kin go over the river way, but ez the bridge was washea away last week I guess ye'll hev to swim a good bit to git across.” “Then what am I to do?” “Tdon’t know, mister; but ef I was in your place I'd pray for a balloon.” A KANSAS TOILET. Ezra Mitpew—"' Land o’ Bunky ! hain’t yer got th’ kinks out yit 7” Mrs. M —"‘Almost, Ezra; but I do hate ter give up ye lost last fall jout findin’ them ‘ere eye-glasses THE BALLADE OF THE SUMMER GIRL, LIGHTLY as summer breezes blow, Thus did my vagrant fancies play. ‘Tastes more catholic none could show, For in my simple progressive way From fair Maud Miiller a-raking hay To sweet my lady of high degree, By turn I lent me to each one's sway— And this was the summer girl for me. Tall and stately or just heart-low ; Rounded figure and plump or—stay ! Braids or curls, as they chance to grow, Auburn and gold and blonds cendrés Eyes of hazel or blue or gray, Reryl eyes like the sunlit sea— Let her but vary from day to day, And this was the summer girl for me. Brows of beauty and breasts of snow [Else were a man but senseless clay], A passing sigh to them all T owe, Blindly and far went love astray— Until, with his open sesamé, Love grown weary of roving free Beat at my heart nor brooked detay— And this was the summer girl for me. an ENVOL, Gentles! list toa man, I pray, Wedded and a’ these lustrums three— Happy is he who still can say “And this was the summer girl for me !"" PMILIP ARNOLD. » Tuisty Bit—" Don't stint yer halves an’ quar- (Rain of coins.) comicbooks.com