Judge, 1897-10-02 · page 3 of 16
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page 211 This page contains several unrelated satirical sketches typical of Judge magazine's format: **"A Local Rembrandt"** mocks pretentious art appreciation, with the sketch showing someone admiring a painting of what appears to be an ugly or poorly-rendered subject. **"Effect of the Bicycle Habit"** depicts a woman on a bicycle, satirizing the late-19th/early-20th century social concern that cycling made women unfeminine or caused physical deformation. **"Mr. Jackson's Lament"** features a lengthy monologue from a man complaining about his limited ambitions due to being "culled" (apparently a class or social status), expressing frustration at inability to achieve like famous men (Lincoln, Clay). **"Cause and Effect"** shows a cat near whiskey, with rats fleeing—a visual gag about consequences. The page is primarily humorous commentary on contemporary social concerns and class anxieties of the period.
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A LOCAL REMBRANDT. fi SAW against yon cloudlets blue, That seemed quite close enough to drop, A very disenchanting view Of Denny Murphy’s chim- ney-top, Emitting o'er the mute Such tragic tones of burning soot! axnis a, Toomey, landscape ACTING UPON IT. Miss Elder—"\have de- cided to buy a husband.” Miss Tommey—“ What on earth do you mean?” Miss Elder —"That seems to be my only way to get one, and I have always heard that every man has his price.” AS IT IS NOW. Beenaway—* What about Trilligan ? I haven't seen him since my return.” Staidkome— Oh, he has gone over to the great majority. Beenaway—" What, dead?" Staidhome —“ Nope. He rides a wheel now.” ARRAH, there's nothin’ loike th’ heart- tindin’ croy av a baby t’ fill a man EFFECT OF THE BICYCLE HABIT. Huspanp (who has no car)—"* I say, my dear, you're making an awful row. Can't you back-pedal a little ?” wid joy whin he comes home from work. A MR. JACKSON’S LAMENT. ‘¢][AH ambition am boundless,” exclaimed Mr. Jackson with an excellent counterfeit of the deep chest tones of Congressman Bailey and the airy grace of a Depew. “ But,” he added with the sad, sad tremolo of the de- serted stage-husband when his wife comes back to him, “ what's de use? I am cullud, “Kin I retrace mah steps an’ be born all ovah again in some humble cottage somewhar, like Abraham Lincoln an’ Gineral Grant? No! Borned I wuz on Thompson street, New York, an’ I cain’t git out ob it bah no hocus-pocus I kin fink ob—because I am cullud. “ Kin I sit up nights an’ study international law by de light ob a flickering pine-knot or a tallow-dip, like Daniel Webstah or Rufus Choate? No! Mah wife would kick at de pine-knot an’ de grocer would kick at trusting me fo’ de tallow-dips—because I am cullud. “Kin I in mah intervals ob furnace- cleaning make horseback trips froo de country, like Andrew Jackson an’ Henry Clay, an’ ha- rangue de hardy farmers an’ pioneers upon de burning topics ob de hour, an’ so git a foothold in deyr bosoms an’ a political follow- ing? No! All mah spare time am taken up leading cotillons an’ cake-walks—because I am cullud. No, gentlemen; mah ambition am boundless, but what's de use? I hab no show whatevah to expand mahsaif—because I am cullud.”” cm. west, AS TO PEACHES AND CREAM, Woman —" Go away, you wretch, I don't be- lieve you ever drew a sober breath.” Tramp—* Ob,yes ; Ihave at times, mum. — Life ain't all peaches and cream for me.” SAME DREAM. Avcy — "I dreamt last night that I died. Eruri—" Yes? Your sister told me she heard you crying out for water in your sleep.” CAUSE AND EFFECT. “Oh, I don’t know ; this is not sobad!—— © ——Hello! (hic) 's this a’ earth (hic) quake—or a—— —whow !” comicbooks.com