Judge, 1899-08-19 · page 3 of 16
Judge — August 19, 1899 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains several unrelated humorous sketches and poems typical of Judge's satirical format. **"Startling Impertinence"** (top): Shows a fashionable woman with an umbrella encountering beach-goers. The joke concerns naming a new baby—a neighbor assumes the impudence to suggest naming it "Dewey" (likely referring to Admiral Dewey, a Spanish-American War hero), but the woman protests this is her private family matter. **"Little Pitchers"** (left): A domestic cartoon about children overhearing adult conversation, with traditional moralizing humor. **"The Rank an' File"** (center): A patriotic poem celebrating soldiers' sacrifice and national duty. **"Up Looking for Kissing-Bugs"** (right): A nature-themed joke about insects, likely playing on period terminology. The page reflects early 1900s American humor and values without clear contemporary political satire.
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Miss Newrynici Her rxiexy —* Impudence Miss Newtyxicn —"* Nothing else ! “LITTLE PITCHERS,” ETC, a cunning little pitcher, mam+ med Dorothy as a young don- Lean tell by HE WAS WISE, Teacner—" Bobby, name the largest known diamond ?” Bossy—"* ‘The ace.” STARTLING IMPERTINENCE THE RANK AN’ FILE, IL, [ sed to meself as I seed them sail— Willin’ an’ eager too, I sed with a sigh, to meself sed I— “It's a fust-class thing ye do. It's a stirrin’ game fur a nation’s name An’ a fickle fortune’s smile— taste it, fur y It’s ‘ell on the rank an’ file. Oh, it’s worth the life of a thousand years, n it's worth the tears at home — To stand in the breath of a glorious death When the foe comes, firin’, on; An’ spittin’ back when the Mgusers crack Is jest where the reg'lars smile, Fur there ain't no show in the front to know It's ‘ell on the rank an’ file. But over the field where the flag sweeps free, Full fair in the frightened wind, ‘Tho’ a heap gets cheered to the fort they cleared There's boys that drop behindé— ‘There's graves to make in the trench ye take, ‘Au’ there's trenches every mile. Oh, it's pie—peach pie—fur the cause, sez 1— But it's ‘ell on the rank an’ file So I sez to meself as we cheers ‘em, bome An‘ the transport ships swidg free, T sez with a sigh, to meself sez 1— ** Oh, it’s heroes that ye be ! Fur ye took yer stand in a foreign land An’ ye did it up in style, It's a short dam cut to glory, bat It's ‘ell on the rank an’ file” rnomas wicker. 1 (indignantis) —" Those new neighbors of ours have just had the impudence to name their new baby Dewey, Va named our new five-thousand-dollar dog Dewey two weeks ayo, and they know it." UST as soon as nature somewhere and put woman will have what she calls her not before, dear friends. UP LOOKING FOR KISSING-BUGs. Lype—"'So you told Charley you were afraid of being stung on the lips by a kissing-bug ?” Euca="" Ves, and hho’ suid (a bug would get a chance while he was around,” comicbooks.com