Judge, 1898-01-22 · page 4 of 16
Judge — January 22, 1898 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains several humorous sketches and poems rather than unified political cartoons. The content includes: **"A Royal Jest"** – A dialogue between a king and court jester about weather predictions and sending messengers to market, satirizing royal foolishness through wordplay. **"Judge's Favorites"** – A poem about Cassie Carlyle praising her grammatical skills and appearance. **"Rival Horrors"** and **"Another Boon"** – Sketches depicting working-class life, with characters discussing domestic complaints and practical inventions (like a cycle-path device). **"Her Weakness"** and **"Miss Van Astorbilt"** – Character sketches satirizing female vanity and aristocratic pretension. **"A Cross Fire"** – A brief dialogue about domestic quarrels. The page primarily offers light social satire targeting Victorian-era character types—foolish nobility, vain women, working-class struggles—through humor rather than sharp political critique.
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uae A ROYAL JEST. HAT, ho!" called the king. “Sum- mon hither my good fool. 1 would fain be amused.” A moment later the jester bounded into. the apartment and approach- ed the throne. Slapping the king familiarly on the back, he remarked, “Tis a fair day to- morrow, sire ; but yester- day will be yet fairer.”* “What sayest thou ?” said the king. “Tis a fair day to-morrow? Dost look into the future, fool ? I understand thee not.” ‘ “Twas but a jest, RIVAL HORRORS. 2 ; your majesty,” explained jy; qBQHME Jones (Jearfully)—" My mother says hell is a place of fire and he of the cap and bells. Samay Isaacs (shuddering)—"* My mudder says bell vas a place of fire “Ponder it well. Per- unt no insurance,” JUDG chance thou'lt laugh next , week. But canst tell me, sire, the dif- A Ggure formed for grace and ligt ference between a watermelon and a 4A face that can express but brigt 4 voice with such a ring of 1 cabbage ? hy 1 ‘seven lends a charm to badness, “Nay; that can I not [lps that are posting, ripe and tiseey— ; Aad thav’s @ rough sketch of our Crsie. Then ‘twere folly to send your majesty to the market to buy melons,” quoth the mad, sad wag. “How now? Send England’s king to market? He were bold indeed who would suggest such a thing. But mayhap this is another of thy jests.”” “It is, your majesty,” replied the fool. ” Aye, and a mouldy old jest at that the wizard. “I mind me how my grandsire was won't to repeat that self-same joke when he was in his cups.” * What sayest thou, Merlin ?” queried the king. “ Naught, your majesty. I did but rehearse an in- cantation which I think to use against the enemies of the realm.” “Keep thine incantations for the weather, wizard. Our foes must fall by the sword.” When the murmur of applause which greeted this remark had subsided the king turned to the jester and said, “Twas a pretty jest thou dist tell me yestere’en, I will e’en spring it CRISSIE CARLYLE, muttered Merlin, ANOTHER BOON. A device which can be attached to any wheel for use in winter. By this invention a dry cycle-path, with flowers, butterflies, etc., ete., is always possible. on the good Sir Launcelot. Sir knight, canst tell me wherein | do differ from an ass?” * Nay, sire,” responded the knight, bowing low to conceal the smile he could not keep back. “1 cannot tell.” “In faith, no more can I,” returned the king, holding his sides in a paroxysm of laughter. “Ha, ha, ha! Dost see the point, Sir Launcelot? Ha, ha! “Tis a brave jest. I fear ‘twill be the death of me.” HER WEAKNE! A great grammarian she, I ween, This maiden staid and haughty, Her age? Ab, well—it's just sixteen. MISS VAN ASTORBILT. | he ba folks say Wa RISTOCRATIC is her name, . great at grammar (I began), ‘ Pao Seopa apes as Bat since she's back in town A CROSS FIRE. But ask her to decline a man ! T note the democratic sun —"" Oh! eating with your hands Ah, then! Ah, then you'll phase her ! Has made ber simply Brown. Gy—"* I don't care ; I’m not eating with my feet, as you are.” comicbooks.com