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# Judge Magazine Page 147 Analysis This page contains several unrelated satirical pieces typical of Judge magazine's format: **"Drew the Color-Line"** (top): A cartoon mocking labor disputes, showing workers named Skelly and McGinty debating whether Black workers should be hired. The satire targets racial prejudice within the labor movement itself. **"Shrove-Tide"** (left): A poem about carnival excess and revelry. **"Evening Conversation"** (center): A dialogue between Mrs. Holmbsadde and her husband about a funeral she attended, satirizing shallow social pretense and her lack of genuine emotional response to death. **"The Polite Waiter"** (bottom): A brief comic about a waiter retrieving a runaway dog. **"Unfortunately Loved Her Husband"** (right): A dialogue between a Princess and fashionable woman, mocking aristocratic attitudes toward marriage and social status. The page represents typical Judge content: multiple short satirical pieces targeting various social hypocrisies.
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SHROVE-TIDE, HO. FOR revetey’s halls to-night ! (Time comes soon for contrition’s tears.) A cap and bells and a fool's delight, ‘And a mask for the front of the frowning years. Quaff the wine with its ruby cheer ! (Time comes soon for the cruel fast.) Seek the smile of the bayadere Ere the plenilune of pleasure ’s past. Oh, laugh aloud and be glad of life ! (Time comes soon for the black eclipse.) Sing while the hours are rapture-rife And'the cup of love allures the lips. Hark! The voice of a wayfarer! (Time comes soon for the end,” he saith.) “* Heed and remember, reveler, Last of all is the hush of death !* SUStE Mt. DIST. EVENING CONVER- SATION. Mrs. Hohmboddie —"\ was so sorry for dear Miss Stylum yester- day. Her father’s death was so sudden, and the very last time I met her, at an afternoon tea, not a week ago, she had on the loveliest old- rose waist —just new and so be- coming !—and the poor thing can’t DREW THE COLOR-LIN Phwat hov yez quit work for, McGinty?” McGinty —" Oi've bin towld thot th’ tonne! is to run benath th’ negro graveyard !" Yer are not sooperstachus, McGinty ? “i'm not. But Oi'll not work under a negro, be he did or aloive.” UNFORTUNATELY LOVED HER HUSBAND. PRINCESS DE FASHION (sobbing) —"* It’s all the 1age now for ladies of title to fall in love and elope, and I'm not in it at all " Prince. Dk FAsHtoN (surprised)—"* Why, my dear, do you want to leave me for another?” PRINCESS DE. FASHION —"" No, that's the trouble. If I were only married to some one else, then I might elope with you.” “ Waiter, there's that dog of mine running away, THE POLITE WAITER. Bring him over here, please wear it for over a year, and it will be all out of style by that time, Mr. Hohmboddie—" Poor git\! How sad.” Mrs. Hohmboddie—“ But the funeral was beautifully arranged! You'd almost like to die if you thought everything would go off so splendidly.” Mr, Hohmboddie—* No, dear ; Idon’t think it would be a tempta- tion to me.” Mrs. Hohmboddie —“ That's because you haven't any artistic feeling.” Mr. Hohmboddie—“1 rather think it is because I wouldn't know what was going on.” Mrs. Hohmboddie —“W ell, even if you didn’t the very thought that the affair was being properly conducted ought to be a comfort to you. But that is always what I say about you. You are never as grateful as you ought to.be for the blessings of life.” Mr. Hohmboddie —“ Ah, but this would be the blessing of death, wouldn't it, dear?” Mrs. Hohmboddie —* Don't be irreverent, John. It is just the same thing, and you know it. And I'm going up stairs.” us anpcxs "Ere you are. sir!"