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# Judge Magazine Page 292 Analysis This page contains several unrelated humor pieces typical of Judge magazine's format: **"A Surfeit"** satirizes seaside vacation monotony—a man complains that his shore resort serves only fish and clams in endless variations until his stomach "rises and falls with the tide," a gross pun on tidal rhythms. **"Scientific Achievement"** is a brief gender-dynamics joke: a man claims scientists can't measure how mosquitoes *feel*, but a woman retorts they could measure how mosquitoes make *him* feel—inverting his presumed superiority. **"The S.P.C.A.'s Punctured Tire"** cartoon shows the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals helping a human with a bicycle, humorously suggesting even this animal-welfare organization extends aid to people in need. **"Halloween"** and **"Duty"** are sentimental poetry and a workplace joke respectively, unrelated to satire. The page primarily offers lighthearted domestic humor rather than political commentary.
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Photo, by Hall. JUDGE'S FAVORITES. ANNA ROBINSON IN ‘THE FRENCH MAID.” Debonair, demurely Venturesome, thoug would wager on you, A Were I Now gut SCIENTIFIC ACHIEVEMENT, He (thoughtfully) — Talk of science. Why, the greatest scientist. on earth could not tell you how a mosquito feels.” She—" No; but he could tell you how a mosquito makes him feel.”” , of all your friends, Those mysterious flowers sends? Jouv BALe | uae A SURFEIT. SeYOU go off every summer for an out- ing to the same place, Mr. Gray. Where do you go?” “I go to the shore.” Do you like it?” “Yes, but I'm not go- ing again. They have fish for breakfast, fish for din- ner, fish for supper; they have fish - chowder, clam- chowder, clam - chowder and fish - chowder ; they have fried clams, stewed clams, roast clams, steam- ed clams, clam soup, clam fritters, and clam bisque— until my stomach rises and falls with the tide.” DESCRIBING IT. ssPYOW did Willie act, Margie, when the wasp stung him “Des as if a horse was twottin’ under him.” THE S. P.C, A."S PUNCTURED TIRE; OR, “A FRIEND IN NEED IS A FRIEND INDEED.” HALLOWEEN. N THE gold-red flames I can see her yet, Madel y love of the long ago— And the clinging gown of pale violet, When the lights are dim and the fire burns low. And it seems when the embers redder glow, ‘As they did on that vanishing Halloween, ‘That my inmost secrets perhaps they know, ‘And my old-time fancy for Madeline. Pleading eyes—dear eyes with a tender gleam— Were upraised to my own—"* heigh-oh !” Is it folly for gray-haired men to dream When the lights are dim and the fire burns low ? “Is it folly ?” L ask, and my heart says ** No,” As it answered before on that Halloween ; And the warm flames quiver and warmer grow, And my old-time fancy for Madeline DUTY. AssisTANT —"* Hey, doc, will I have time to run across the street and quench my thirst 7” Doc (sharply)—* No! the game *s commenced. and I'm liable to need your help on a lift any minute. You'll have to wait till we're coming back for the next load.” As I saw her first I shall ne'er forget, Or the music’s rhythm, or lilt, or flow. Hand in hand we danced in the minuet When the lights were dim and the fire burned low, Hand in hand we're sitting to-night, and so, Do you wonder my heart is with Halloween? Do you wonder it turns to the long ago, And my old-time fancy for Madeline ? ENVOY. She is all the world to me still, altho’ ‘The lights are dim and life's fire burns low ; For at sixty she’s sweet as when sweet sixteen ! Is my old-time fancy—my Madeline. EWA CARY HUNT. comicbooks.dom