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# Judge Magazine Page 131 - Analysis This page contains several satirical short pieces and illustrations typical of Judge magazine's humor. **Top cartoon "He Was Too Easily Resigned"** depicts a domestic dispute where George threatens to leave his wife Ethel. The satire mocks a husband's weak resolve—he claims he won't lose "hope and ambition in life" by staying married, yet immediately capitulates when Ethel manipulates him emotionally. This reflects late 19th/early 20th century gender dynamics, satirizing both male bravado and female domestic power. The remaining sections—"The Remedy," "The Right One," "Egging Her On," "Innocent," and "Profitable Flattery"—are brief comedic sketches about courtship, marriage, and romantic deception, typical of Judge's focus on middle-class social interactions and romantic follies. The photographs below show a horse-drawn wagon—likely part of an advertisement or separate story.

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rge, L cannot be your wife ; but—you must not lose all hope and ambition in life just because / am obliged to refuse you.” Grorcr—"* Not on your life.” Nor resolve never to love another woman ?” ** Well, I should say not. What do you take me for?” -nor commit s-suicide, George ?” Humpbh ! I'll take you for better or worse. George—kiss me.” THE REMEDY. INNOCENT. Physician —" Lastly, never go ANANIAS, as he sat in a corner to bed with cold feet.” of his summer home, looked Invalid —" How can | always carefully over the sensational Sun- help it? You see, 1” y gE - ~~. day papers which had been sent to Physician (promptly)—" Get a : him from New York. An expression divorce.” : of the happiest satisfaction over- THE RIGHT ONE. spread his features as he laid them 11, WHAT has the postman, who down and said, “ Well, they can ‘whistles so gay, J rake up all the past history they For me on the morn of Saint Valen- d 5 please, but { can prove an alibi on tine’s day? Meee A square of pink satin with fringes of Yi 7 these. white, // And Cupids in roses half buried from : PROFITABLE FLATTERY. sight— — " 5 From the millionaire banker, 1 know Ted—" How did that English it by the ees $i eo nobleman manage to borrow the fe will find that my heart is not his to Seacat command. EGGING HER ON. money ee Chollie zi, Here is one from de Lancey, the silly First 1eN—" Why don't you revenge yourself on the master for killing Ned—" On being introduced he young beau, and eating your husband ?" asked him if he wasn’t born on the And others. but none from young Ed- SeCOND HEN —"*Oh, I'm laying for him.” ” ward, I know, ying other side, Yet last night, as he circled my waist with his arm And we floated and whirled tothe music's wild charm, Of round, rosy cherubs and delicate vines His eloquent eyes held my spirit entranced, Is this, and I wonder from whom it can be? Looking love, fondest love, into mine as we danced, But 1'll ope the mysterious missive and see. ‘To dwell in an ivy-clad cot at his side. And later he begged for a flower from my hair ; * My darling, I send you no diamond-tipped dart, _No gifts can he give me of rubies or pearls, But men are so fickle, and why should I care? Bat the passionate love of a true, tender heart, Or gold, save the gold of his own silken curls ; ‘These lace-paper Cupids are not to my taste— ‘What beats but to worship your beauty divine But, all my fair sisters, I charge you to pray Ah, here isa note overlooked in my haste. Will you take it, my sweet, for your own valentine?” Fora letter like mine on Saint Valentine's day. No tinted envelope with dainty designs Oh, dear little letter, lie close to my breast ! You are signed with the name of the man I love best ; I'll forego all the glitter of fashion and pride ‘The photograph upon which Mr. Johnson sold his wonderful draught-horse, i i ssiag Cen eeraph once. miles Mi Jotesen sole eri ens 7 But in reality the photograph was taken with the horse going down hill, comicbooks.com