Judge, 1899-04-08 · page 3 of 16
Judge — April 8, 1899 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis This page from *Judge* magazine contains several short humorous pieces and a central illustration rather than political cartoons. **"An Insect's Intuition"** (top) shows a spider addressing chess players, joking that it has spun a web where the players won't be bothered—implying they're so immobilized by the game they won't move anyway. **"Left-Handed Luck"** and other brief humor pieces use wordplay and situational comedy typical of early 20th-century magazines. **"The Rest Guess-Work"** (center illustration by Penrhyn Stanlaws) depicts a woman in an elaborate dress, likely satirizing fashion or social pretension. The remaining items—"Appreciative," "Deadheads," "He Was Done," and "A New Departure"—are short jokes about social behavior, class, and domestic life, representing *Judge*'s standard mix of light satire and observational humor rather than hard political commentary.
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Le — Tue, spipeR— Thank goodness! I have spun a web where I will not be bothered much. LEFT-HANDED LUCK. HAD a handsome lot of chickens, and one after another they died ; some from pip and some from hawks, but most of ‘em out of pure spite. At last there were only two left, and I sat ap nights with the hen- house as if it had been a baby with croup. No use; one day I heard a squawk and rushed to the hen-house in time to see a large cat grab my penultimate chicken. I snatched up a handy hatchet and let fly. It was bound to kill—and it did. It cut off the head of the other chicken, while the cat waltzed out with a grin on her face as if she'd come from Cheshire. APPRECIATIVE, WOMAN with a news Paper, ‘Soon as she spreads it open, then How eagerly does she refer To marriage notices! To her They seem good jokes against the men, DEADHEADS. Jaggles —" Why do you think those don't-worry clubs won't be a success ?” Waggles—" Because the only men eligible to member- ship seem to be the fellows who never pay their debts.”” AN INSECT’S INTUITION. THE REST GUESS-WORK, fennnyn STAN MWS, PATRIcE —"* I hope you are not marrying him solely for his money.” T hope not — but that 's the only thing I'm sure of.” CLemeNce — I take it for granted that these chess-players will never move.” THE POET. A BRESGER from the dewy sky Upon a rosebud, withered, dry, Of water ; and by hill and shore The rose shall bloom forever- more. A hunter in a darkened cave, Unshocked by torrent, storm or wave Of. gems within a hidden mine That on the carth may brightly shine. A player on the dusty fret Of some old tute that men for- gets A new enchanter on the strings Of melody the whole world Sings. jouw sances menenan HE WAS DONE, #6] WOULD like to have some more peaches, mamma,” said Tommy Tad- dells as he passed up his plate. “Tommy,” replied Mrs. Taddells, “ you have already exhausted your quota.’ A NEW DEPARTURE: MARIE'S father was ac- customed to wear a tall silk hat. One afternoon, how- ever, he came home with a soft felt one on. “Oh, mam- ma,” cried Margie as she turned from the window, “here comes papa with a soft-shelled hat on.” comicbooks.com