Judge, 1898-12-31 · page 3 of 17
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# "A Sad Prospect" and "Home Again" from Judge **Top Cartoon:** Depicts urban poverty at Christmas—a woman with a barrel (likely homeless) and child begging while a dog scavenges. The caption references "Little Martyrs" saying they must "go beg too," satirizing the contrast between Christmas cheer and actual poverty. **Mr. McGarvey's Commentary:** A lengthy piece about Christmas hypocrisy. It mocks the gap between holiday sentiment and reality—Christmas should come in summer when hardship is less visible; it critiques lawyers who neglect clients before holidays, and references Santa Claus myths. The tone suggests cynicism about society's failure to address winter poverty. **Bottom Cartoon:** Children with a makeshift sled being pulled by a dog, captioned "Home Again," with a joking reference to advertising for a lost dog's reward. Overall, the page juxtaposes Christmas sentimentality against urban social hardship.
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A SAD PROSPECT. LittLe MARTYR (so her sister}—"* Just to think, Tilly, that we've got to git old too, and be just like her!" TIMELY REMARKS BY MR. McGARVEY. (CHRISTMAS cheer and bare fait do be didly inemies. ‘Tis a smoile thot brings more happiness than a corkscrew. Kape your timper, me b'y; yez'll be nadin’ it early in January. “Tis not money thot makes Christmas the foine toime; ‘tis heart. If Christmas come in summer the warm hearts wouldn't show at all. "Tis a good openin’ there is for Christmas work just above the jaw thot hangs down. Oi'm thinkin’ most av us do be havin’ to forget somethin’ before we can be rale merry. “Tis foine sport, it is, givin’ owld skinflints Christmas gratin’s, for the pains it makes thim fale do be tr-remenjus. "Tis not roight at all for the felly wid a voice loike the scrapin’ av a shovel on a brick to sing Christmas carols, for ‘tis destroyin’, it is, to pace and good-will. ed A voile writch has been circleatin’ a report thot Santa Claus do be did. Tis true, but don’t yez b'lave it, for ‘tis did he is only in droy, hard hearts Many the strugglin’ young lawyer gets a lot av fancy flummery for his Christmas and troies to smoile, makin’ a bad miss av it, whin one small cloient would be makin’ him bust wid deloight. Mrs, Murphy had a sick-hidache on Christmas day. “Oh, moy!” says Murphy, tillin’ me av the day; “we had the merry toime intoirely.” And thin he adds, “ Poor Bridget wor unable to roise from bid all day.” i'm not knowin’ if the two remarks be rilitives, but Oi'm suspicionin’ big. If Santa Claus don’t show up at all in some places this year ‘twill be because he's stuck in the stame-poipes up to Donovan's new house. Any blissed kid that hangs up his stockin’ and gets nothin’ in it naden’t fale too bad about it, for ‘tis diffrunt gettin’ inty a house through a moile av two-inch poipe than through a straight chimney. Ae a iyhiel y HOME AGAIN, Bov—"'I seen yer advertised ten dollars reward fer de return uv a black-an’-tan dog dat’ answers to de name uv Peepsy-Weepsy.” Lapy— Er—yes. When will you bring him back?" Bov—"' I Aave brought him back, Peepsy-Weepsy is right inside uv Dan, dere.” comicbooks.com