Judge, 1897-09-18 · page 3 of 16
Judge — September 18, 1897 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page 179 **Top Cartoon - "Instinctive Enemies":** Shows a woman (Miss Summerboard) trying to chase away a cow while a farmer (Hayly) objects. The joke plays on the phrase "I don't like her looks"—the cow apparently dislikes the woman's appearance as much as she dislikes the cow's. It's a simple gender-based humor about physical appearance and mutual dislike. **Middle Section - "The Spring Where the Peppermint Grew":** A sentimental poem about an idyllic rural location, paired with sketch illustrations. This appears to be nostalgic verse rather than satire. **Bottom Cartoons - "Two Views of Philanthropy":** Contrasts a wealthy man throwing money to a poor person versus a more involved charitable approach. The caption suggests genuine help requires more than dismissive gestures—satirizing superficial charity.
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INSTINCTIVE ENEMIES. Miss Sumternoarp —" Oh, Mr. Hayly! do chase that horrid cow away. I don't like her looks.” Farser Hayiy—" It ‘pears tew be mutual, mum.” THE SPRING WHERE THE PEPPERMINT GREW. HE merchant is tired of his books and his bills, And the street with its traffic and roar, And he thinks of a house in the heart of the hills With a lavender-bed by the door, And a humming of honey-bees under the thatch, ‘And a fragrance of clover and dew, And a path leading down through the blackberry-patch To the spring where the peppermint grew. In a goblet of silver the cider was poured, And a dipper was hung by the well, But he drank at the spring froma long-handled gourd ‘As hard and as smooth as a shell. The crickets made merry all day in the grass, And the meadow with myrtle was blue, And a cool, mossy rock overshadowed the glass Of the spring where the peppermint grew. Hae ee eae ‘The locks at his temples are sprinkled with gray, So his desk is deserted, his window is down, HAM —"* T don’t dnderstand why you And his eyes ara beginning to blur, The door of his office is fast, But he pushes the letters and ledgers away, ‘And a quaint little dame in a calico gown For the pulses of youth are astir. By his coming is gladdened at last. ‘The remembered perfume of the peppermint steals Ie will sleep in a white-curtained chamber to-night, A JUST COMPLAINT. To his soul, as it did in the dew "Mid the scenes that in boyhood he knew, : ; When he trampled it under his naked brown heels, And at morning again he ‘vill deck with delight Eta Harel (Ge box moraing m the res) At the edge of the spring where it grew. From the spring where the peppermint grew. — “Please, Mr. Brown, your. rooster’ spoke:s0 Timucinec, loud this morning he woke me up.” TWO VIEWS OF PHILANTHROPY. “Ab, there’s a poor, hungry little bird. I'll just throw the poor thing Fravep Encmere —" Say, this is luck ; some bloke must ‘a’ lost it out of his this bun.” dinner-pail. I'll just hypnotize it.” comicbooks.com