Judge, 1896-12-19 · page 25 of 46
Judge — December 19, 1896 — page 25: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three separate satirical pieces typical of early-20th-century Judge humor: **"Making a Social Lion"** (left panels): Depicts the creation and social consequences of an artificially promoted society figure—showing how someone is manufactured into social prominence through orchestrated gatherings, then abandoned when novelty fades. **"Christmas Judge"** (center): Shows Uncle Roobat, a visiting relative, complaining about inadequate bathtub facilities—likely satirizing rural visitors' discomfort with urban plumbing or class differences in accommodations. **"My Matinee Girl"** (text poem): A sentimental critique of a shallow, pleasure-seeking woman who accepts entertainment and gifts but remains emotionally detached and refuses romantic commitment (the mistletoe reference). **"What She Bought Him"** (text anecdote): A domestic humor piece where a wife buys her husband a cheap razor as a Christmas gift—the joke being the inadequacy and impracticality of such a present, likely commenting on marital penny-pinching or feminine shopping ignorance. The page blends social satire with gentle domestic comedy typical of Judge's era.
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MAKING A SOCIAL LION AND WHAT CAME OF IT. Christmas Judge A MISLEADING SIMILITUDE, UNcLE Roorat (who has the freedom of the flat on his visit —" I must say York bath- tubs air few all-fired clus-quartered fer a chap ter take a decent bath in.” MY MATINEE GIRL. GEE'S pretty, there can be no doubt ; And though she is not over wise You never seem to find that out When looking in her dreamy eyes. She lets me take her to the play, The dance is really her delight ; She shows that she has found the way To help Time in his speedy flight, She loves the lighter side of life, To fashion’s foibles lends an ear; She laughs to hear me talk of strife, And scarcely knows a single care, She knows I love her; yet I fear Heartless she laughs at all my woe, She lets me take her everywhere Except beneath the mistletoe, JasuRs JAY oCONNRLL, , WHAT SHE BOUGHT HIM, + ¢N]O." said Mrs. Cumso to Mrs. Cawker; “I know well enough not to buy cigars for my husband’s Christmas present.” What did you get him?” “I bought him a razor—found it on the bargain-counter and got it for ninety-eight cents.” comichooks.com