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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains literary and humorous content rather than political satire. "Mabel's Winter Hat" is a poem by Farrell Conan about a woman's attachment to a treasured hat worn during romances and social occasions. "Hardly" and "A Dog Thought" are additional poems by other authors. The visual cartoons are social humor rather than political commentary. "After the Service" depicts a deacon making excuses to avoid visiting a parishioner. "Conclusions to Draw" shows a boy spreading gossip about newlyweds. "A Difficult Question" features two Irish characters (likely "Murphy" and "Kelly" based on stereotypical naming) debating Irish political leadership—possibly referencing Irish independence debates, though specifics remain unclear without dating information. The overall page emphasizes lifestyle humor and wordplay typical of Judge's satirical approach.
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MABEL’S WINTER HAT. ER natty sailor trimmed in blue Mas lived its day, methinks ; She's put aside the golf-cap, too, She wore upon the links. ‘And summer dreams grown flat ; For winds are chill that stir the wings On Mabel’s winter hat. The hat she wore to parks and plays, A flower-garden where Meek violets could scarcely raige ] ‘Their heads to catch fresh air, And roses clustered round the brim, Are food for gnawing rat ; For feathers flaunt forth fashion's whim On Mabel’s winter hat. Warm-weather hats, warm-weather friends, Although it seemeth strange, Are much alike, at seasons’ ends Susceptible to change. We never change, we're wed, you see, And, though I swear thereat, T have to come down handsomely On Mabel’s winter hat. ROY FAWNELL GuEENE. BJ. Fath, 190%, JUDGE'S FAVORITES. GLADYS WALLIS IN “THE HEAD OF THE FAMILY.” Head of the family (after Crane), To give you greeting we are fain, Because you have a winning way with you, ‘And merrily runs the saucy play with you, ‘Your very name a drawing ad. is. Which we acknowledge gladly, Gladys. HARDLY. Willie (who has been study- ing bicycle-catalogues, seeing a lame man limp by the window) —"' Papa, isn’t that man geared up too high, don’t you think 2” a A DOG THOUGHT, | H, THE highway dog is scrawny And he’s angular and tall, And his color 's quite as tawny As the leaflets of the fall. At the head of autumn’s pageant Like a comet see him fly, ‘The immutable press-agent Of the golden pumpkin-pie. Boy (on eft)—"" That's Daisy Hooligan, the bride of a month, RK, MUNKITTRICK. a-goin’ home to her mother.” , ji i YT i A DIFFICULT QUESTION. KeLy—" No, Murphy, yez can niver be prisidint of the United Shtates.” Munpny (indignantly)—""And phy not?" Kxuty—" Because yez wuz born in Oireland,” There's naught but memories, gauzy things, CONCLUSIONS TO DRAW. Murrity—" Thrue fer yez; but if Oi should decoide to run for the prisidincy bow the divil could they iver prove thot ?” AFTER THE SERVICE, DEACON JOHNSON (who takes up the collection) —'Deah me! If I didn’t go an’ put dem four suspendah buttons w’ot was in de contribution-box in mah pocket by mistake. If I keeps on being so absent-minded an’ careless as dat I'll die in de poor- house.” Her husband told her ter go ter the devil, an’ she’s comicbooks.com