Judge, 1897-01-16 · page 3 of 16
Judge — January 16, 1897 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains several distinct satirical pieces typical of Judge magazine's format: **"Deduction"** (top): A visual gag about two tramps near a "Space to Let" sign, playing on the phrase "eat, drink and be merry." **"A Story with a Purpose"** (center): Appears to be a serialized romantic narrative about Harold meeting a woman in Turkey, unrelated to satire. **"An Indispensable Auxiliary"** (left): A joke about a barber-shop attendant and manager, likely satirizing workplace dynamics or labor relations of the era. **"Always a Poet"** (bottom left): A poem celebrating poets' universal appeal and romantic nature—straightforward verse, not satirical. **"Identifying Tameness"** (bottom right): An illustration showing what appears to be performers or dancers, with dialogue suggesting commentary on entertainment or theatrical culture. The page mixes humor, serialized fiction, and light social commentary rather than heavy political satire.
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Space To LEY, Apren ts ser DEDUCTION. Roxy Roap —" W'ot's de t'ree graces I've heerd so much about, pard ?” Wie Mustt—" I'm s'prised at yer iggerunce, Koxy. ‘Eat, drink an’ be merry,’ 0° course,” A STORY WITH A PURPOSE, S09 TIS she!” Harold Blinks shaded his eyes from the glare of the setting sun and gazed earnestly across the plain. Harold was spending his vacation and a portion of his father's money in Turkey when he uttered the words with which our story opens. A lovely maiden was gracefully leaping in his direction, her flowered bloomers flapping in the breeze, and Harold recognized her as one whom he had observed peeping at him from behind a blind in Constantinople a few days previous. He dashed forward to meet her. She dropped exhausted into his arms. “Save me!” she gasped ; “I have escaped, but the min- ions of my royal master are even now on my track.” “Fear not, sweet one,” said Harold, all his American blood rushing to his head ;“ with me you are safe from harem.” [The purpose of the author having been fulfilled, he does not consider it necessary to carry the matter further.] HE YEARNED TO KNOW. Little Clarence—“Pa, | have just been reading of a discovery of natural gas twelve hundred feet beneath the earth's surface.” Mr. Callipers —* Well, my son, what about it?” Little Clarence— Nothing, pa; only 1 was wondering how it got that far down.” j AN INDISPE Attexpant—"* Say, Crawley, Rooney is sulkin’—says you gotter give up more dough fer wages er he'll qu MANAGER CRAWLEY—"* Would yer fire “im 2” ATTENDANT—" Naw ; I'd settle! He's de only guy in de show dat kin properly shave de hairless walrus. : ALWAYS A POET. AINE 1U) To Elta Wheeler Wilcox. ONGSTERS there are, both near and far, Rhymers and minstrels, well. we ‘know it; But precious few, dear girl, like you, ‘Always and every time a poet. ‘Though high and stark may stand the mark The critics set you're bound totoe it. Ah, none too wide the muses’ stride For you, who really are a poet. Others may poach, steal and encroach ; You take your own sweet row and hoe it, When the crop 's grown ‘tis all your own— And that's one proof you are a poet. Bard-craft galore may hug the shore : Outward you steer your boat and row it Gliding along with echoing song, ‘Yhat all the world may hear a poet. Oh, sing and row, and dance and hoe, ‘May fate fill high, till joy o'er flow it, Your cup of life. woman and wife, But always, every time, a poet DENVER BENNETT, IDENTIFYING TAMENESS. Bronco Pere —'t Who's thet over there th’ boys are making dance 7” ALK Ike —"'A tenderfoot " Bronco Pete —" He ain't dressed like one How did th’ boys diskiver him ?* ALK Ike —~" Th’ dern coyote ordered a chaser after a drink.” comicbooks.com