Judge, 1898-10-22 · page 4 of 16
Judge — October 22, 1898 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains several satirical sketches typical of early Judge magazine humor: **"Judge's Favorites"** features Mildred Holland with a poem about her theatrical talents. **"Shooting Event"** shows a figure shooting at something while suspended, with dialogue about shooting "chutes"—likely a pun on parachutes or a contemporary entertainment/stunt. **"A Sharp Bargain"** depicts a rural transaction involving farm sale negotiations—typical rural humor. **"A Trying Profession"** shows street-level social commentary about beggars and panhandlers encountering a woman, with dark humor about poverty and coin-operated mechanical devices. The other sketches contain dialogue-based humor about everyday situations: postal taxes, wartime concerns, and familial embarrassment. Without clearer date attribution or specific political context, the precise satirical targets remain somewhat unclear, though the content reflects early-20th-century American social concerns.
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Phote. by Chickering. JUDGE'S FAVORITES. MILDRED HOLLAND, ‘Two Little Vagrants are winning their way— jefe’s one, you may guess at the other. This Fan-Fan 's a dear little chap, and they say ‘That equally bright is the brother. ‘They may roam the world over with never a care— A song for their passport, a smile tor their fare. 4 SOMETHING THAT OCCURRED TO HER. t+] S'POSE,” said Edith, glancing up at the are-light, “that the lights are the blossoms of the electric plant, aren’t they, papa ?” A SHARP BARGAIN. Jenkins (who has agreed to sell his farm to Thompson for a good price, but wants to get a little more) — “I d’no but I sh’l bev ter back out er this ‘ere business, my woman, she ‘s a-takin’ on so "bout leavin’ of the old place.” Thompson —“ My wile ‘Il be dretful dis'pinted. heart on our hevin’ that farm fur so long.” Jenkins —* Tell ye what lil do! You jest gim me a nuther hun- d'ed, an’ I'll let Liddy Ann baw.” She's sot her SHOOTING EVENT. “IE T can’t shoot anything else I can shoot the chutes," IT IS QUITE TRUE. S*GPEAKING of the war-tax,” remarked the correspondence clerk, as he opened the morning mail, “ every letter now has to bear a government stamp.” “I didn’t know that,” replied the unwary one. “Oh, yes, That has been the case ever since postage-stamps were in- troduced.” MUST HAVE BEEN IN MISCHIEF. Beth (noticing the red combs of her grandfather's fowls)—" Do all hens blush like that, grandfather, when folks are looking at them ?” A TRYING PROFESSION. 'oor fellow ! I suppose you feel your affliction terribly at times.” s, lady ; it’s pretty tough, w'en a person chucks a plugged coin inter yer hat, not being able ter say anything about it." comicbooks.com