Judge, 1896-09-19 · page 4 of 16
Judge — September 19, 1896 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains three satirical pieces mocking human weakness and pretense: **"In Palliation"** (main story with illustrations): Clews, a government surveyor in British Columbia, repeatedly gets drunk despite having once pledged temperance (symbolized by returning his "blue ribbon"). When caught repeatedly intoxicated, he absurdly claims to be "celebrating" — first vaguely, then finally declaring he's celebrating "the change of the moon." The satire targets alcoholics who make feeble excuses for relapses, treating drinking as somehow justified or inevitable. **"Sun-Struck"** (small cartoon): A wordplay joke. When Rooney asks Casey what's wrong, Casey says he's "sun-struck." Rooney asks "Moike or Pat?" — implying the sun struck someone else named Moike or Pat, missing that Casey means *he* was affected. The humor relies on Irish immigrant dialect and misunderstanding. **"No Farmer"** (bottom): Farmer Green questions why Weary Willie, supposedly farm-raised, knows nothing about farming. The punchline reveals Willie's father was a "populist" — suggesting political radicalism made him a poor farmer, satirizing Populist politics as impractical.
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Photo, by Morrison, JUDGE'S FAVORITES. ADELE RITCHIE. If, listening, one should close his eyes hile you were singing, and surmise The singer, he might fancy that he Was hearing Melba or la Patti. And yet, I think be'd better do With open eyes to gaze on you. IN PALLIATION. Cc EWS is an assistant to one of the government surveyors up in the Kootenay country. He is a gentleman of uncertain age and was, for two years of a life otherwise badly chipped and battered, a member of a blue-ribbon band. During that time his people in England had hopes of him. Then there came a black day when, with the rigorous honesty that characterized his sane’moments, he inclosed his se SUN-STRUCK, Roonry—"' Phwat ails yez, Casey ?” Casky—"* Sun-shtruck.” Rooney—"' Moike or Pat ?* ce WS the moon,’ Siage blue ribbon in a sheet of the crest- ed paper he possessed at intervals and sent it to the man who had induced him to sign the pledge. After that for several recurrent occasions in the year the camp did without Clews’s services. A few weeks ago his survey party pitched tent near a Koote- nay mining town, which, if not lawless, has at least many ele- ments of conviviality, and pres- ently Clews was missing. The time was unseasonable and it was with relief that the men shortly beheld his return in an unassailable condition. “How goes it, Clews?” called out the surveyor in re- stored good humor. “Oh, it's a dead-and-alive place!” growled Clews affront- edly. An hour later, however, he was again reported missing, and this time the mode of his return gave rise to suspicion: The sur- veyor sighed. “How goes it now?” he asked resignedly, and received the reassuring information that “she was accumulatin’.” Late that night, after Clews had finally torn himself from the charms of mining society, his chief pointed out the inconvenience of being without an assistant, and also the fact that it was barely six weeks since the last relapse. “ What do you mean by getting full just now anyway ?” he queried disgustedly. “I'm celebratin’,” replied the prodigal solemnly. “Celebrating what ?” “Oh, celebratin’,” weakly. The three muskeeters as they nightly appear with great suc- cess to the New Jersey Trilby, ‘The surveyor glared at him speechlessly. Clews sat still a moment. Then he felt moved to particularize, “I'm celebratin’ the—the" to him. he rubbed his head reflectively until a happy justification occurred The change,” he straightened himself up proudly—“ I'm celebratin’ the change of NO FARMER, FARMER GREEN “*T don’t see how it is, ef yew wuz born an’ brought up on a farm, yew don’t know nuthin’ ‘bout farmi Weary Wittie—"'T'll tell yew how that is, boss ; me old man wuz a pop- ulist.” comicbooks.co