Judge, 1899-04-08 · page 6 of 16
Judge — April 8, 1899 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several short humor pieces typical of early 20th-century satirical magazines: **"The Easter Lily"** is a sentimental poem with decorative illustration—not political satire, but filler content. **The marriage/bachelor jokes** mock contemporary debates about matrimony's value, with the bachelor cynically noting divorce affects only married people. **"The Tramps and the Incubator"** is the page's main comic sequence. Three panels show tramps discovering an incubator (a device for hatching eggs), mistaking it for a heat source. They open it expecting warmth, leading to the final panel's chaos and their arrest. The "pathetic tale" title is ironic—it's slapstick humor about working-class desperation and incompetence. **"Quoting Scripture"** jokes about "new women" (feminists seeking equality) being meek and thus unable to inherit the earth, using Scripture mockingly against women's rights advocates. The page blends genteel poetry, domestic humor, class-based comedy, and anti-feminist jokes—representative of Judge's mixed content appealing to conservative readers.
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THE EASTER LILY. HERE dainty crocuses appear Above the chilly mould, And ranks of tulips gay aod tall Their crimson cressets hold, And crinkled sheaths of daffodils The yellow buds disclose Half timid of the frost—not there The Easter lily grows. Where rows of gilded organ- Pipes From purple shadows rise, And pictured saints and seraphs stand With rapt, adoring eyes, And shafts of jeweled sunlight fall In amethyst and rose Upon the dusky altar-steps, The Easter lily grows. For once an angel loved a star, And thus the flower was born Which bears within its waxen cup The glory of the morn. So all the air with holy thoughts And sweetness overflows, Where, spotless in the house of God, ‘The Easter lily grows. MINNA LEVING. A CONCOMITANT OF MATRIMONY. Benedict Married life is the natural state of man. Married people are more thoroughly exempt from all the evils that beset_ mankind than are the unmarried. [ defy any one to produce a single instance to the contrary. Bachelor— Ha! you do, do you? My dear sir, you seem to forget that the divorce evi! operates exclusively among the married.” MAKES HIM A SUBSTI- TUTE. GHE treats her husband like a dog, But why that never frets him Is that, to give his love a jog, She fondles him and pets him. ELUSIVE. Waggles— There is only one thing as hard to find in this world as the north pole.”* Jaggles—" What's that?” Waggles —" The fellow who gets lost searching for it. Miss Crow—"'T wonder if uncle remembered me when he made his will? T used to sing to him.” Lawyer Ow1—" He must have, as he left you nothing.” HIS INDIFFERENCE. . YORE Uncle Glick was a feller that never ‘peared to take much interest in anythi goin’ on around him.” reminiscently re arked a moss-grown citizen of Arkansaw. Say he didn’t?” inquired the younger citizen whom the veteran was addressing. ‘ope. I recollec’, durin’ his last sickness, when the two doctors that was attendin’ him got to fightin’ over him with knives about some delicate p'int of perfessional etterket, he jest quietly 1, Hono Hinam—" Chee, fellers! here's an incubator. Let's open de doors an’ git our coldest parts warmed up.” il FeernnaL turned over an’ died without wait- in’, or apparently carin’, to see which licked.” A PROBABLE CURE, WHEN will fellows who write, Lie awake all the night, Their brains on their work every minute, Know insomnia would cease Should they but seek the ease And sweet slumber their readers find in it. QUOTING SCRIPTURE. Mrs. Dorcas—" Why do you think the new women will never be successful in their attempt to get the earth?” Dorcas —" Because, my dear, the good book says the meek shall inherit the earth. 2, Farmer Furrow—'"' Hey! Wake up, you gol-darned— 8. —Help! murder! police!” THE TRAMPS AND THE INCUBATOR—A PATHETIC TALE. comicbooks.com