Judge, 1899-03-11 · page 3 of 16
Judge — March 11, 1899 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page **Top Cartoon:** References Chauncey Depew going to the U.S. Senate. The dialogue suggests railroad workers (Kelly and O'Rourke) expect Depew will lose his railroad job, with dark humor about him only getting a "drink and cheap a joke for his trouble" at Brannigan's saloon instead. **Middle Section:** "My Penance" is a poem by Sarah B. Pratt about romantic heartbreak and longing during Lent—unrelated to politics. **Bottom Cartoon:** "To Be Taken Off His Time" depicts a job applicant negotiating wages ($3/week plus 33¢ per cent off) with a businessman surrounded by cluttered papers and office chaos. The satire mocks both excessive haggling over pittance wages and workplace disorder during the Gilded Age.
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Ketty— Oi hear Chauncey Daypew is going to the Sinite ! O'Rovrke— Divil a bit, Kelly! Whoy should he ?” Ketty—" Whoy, they fired Dan Murphy lasht wake for th’ same thing. joke wid th’ bar-tender.” HEN dearest sighs that Lent is near 1 feel within my heart a fear, ‘An annual distress ; For well I know this wife of mine To earn an Easter offering fine My pantaloons will press. I cannot bear her brow to cloud By saying what I think aloud, So utter no complaint ; But gently hint the task is hard. In vain—no protest can retard This money-making saint. APPLICANT (for position as MY PENANCE, When dearest presses pants, I trow, T do not know which way to go— Myself I cannot steer. ‘That crease which erstwhile crossed my knee Ts apt most anywhere to be— A derelict I veer, Nor’ by nor’-east, sou’ by sou’-west, To reach the bank I do my best Ere banking hours be o'er. A compass would, I think, be best To carry while my pants are pressed By darling Eleanor. TO BE TAKEN OFF HIS TIME, NCE DEPEW WENT TO THE UNITED STATES SENATE. He'll be afther losing his job on th’ road thin, Oi'm t'inking.” He simply shtepped over to Brannfgan’s saloon for to take a dhrink and shwap a "Tis well the flesh to mortify (So says my wife), and with a sigh I silent acquiesce. Six weeks her daily dime she earns, Six weeks my heart for tailor yearns ‘My pantaloons to press. I'm cut by friends and jeered by foes, I'm scrutinized from head to toes, Through all these Lenten moons Oh, happy Easter! Dring release, When once again a proper crease Shall mark my pantaloons. SARAN S. PRATE, giv IAG 321790 =~ office-boy)—"* My terms is three dollars a week and thirty-three per cent. off.” Bustness-Man —"* What ! thirty-three per cent. off for cash?” APPLICANT—"* Oh, no ; for base-ball.”” comicbooks.com