Judge, 1899-10-28 · page 4 of 16
Judge — October 28, 1899 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains several satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century humor magazines: **"The Cause of It"** mocks a man's confusion about a family tragedy—a wife's death—which he attributes to a brother's cryptic telegram. The satire targets male obtuseness regarding emotional communication. **"A Fact"** and related sections present brief, witty observations about women's behavior and social expectations, particularly regarding marriage and romantic choices—standard Judge fare poking fun at gender relations. The illustrated anecdotes ("Trying to Help Him," "Too Tumultuous," etc.) depict everyday awkward social situations: customers requesting impossible items, class differences, and minor mishaps. These showcase Judge's specialty: gentle mockery of American middle-class life and social pretension rather than hard political satire. The stained-glass window advertisement announces Judge's design contribution to a national museum, promoting the magazine's cultural relevance.
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Photo. by Sareny. JUDGE'S FAVORITES. ISABEL IRVING AS ‘MRS. FARBURY,” IN “OTHE TYRANNY OF TEARS," Yours is the “ tyranny of tears, ‘According to the role you're play ‘And yet, it goes without the saying, It is your winsomeness endears The charming little woman to us, Before her weeping can undo us. THE CAUSE OF IT. MAN whose wife had died telegraphed to his brother, who knew nothing of the lady's illness, saying, “The end has come.” Whereupon the brother wired back, “ Which end?” and this is the reason for the es trangement that has caused the people of a western village to rack their brains for five years past. A FACT. ER hair is gold, her face a flower, Her brow is fair ané calm, Yet though most beautiful of maids She doesn't take the palm, Why this strange thing should be, you'll know When this you have perused— I've offered her my hand, but then She always has refused, NC LAXDBURGH WILSON, HER SECOND CHOICE. *#sYOU remember Gwendolin Toplofty, the stately girl with soulful eyes, who used to vow that she would never wed until she married a duke or some other titled personage?" inquired Staidhome, who was showing is friend of former days around the old home- Yes, | remember her,” replied Beenaway. “I presume that, having never met her he is still unwed?” “ Well, no, not exactly, She married a ho c-doctor by the name of Soonover, who has a red head all the time and a fit occasionally VIL.—CHOATEY, DEAR BOY! OUR MINISTER TO ENGLAND, Jupcr’s design for stained-glass windows to be placed in the ational museum at Washington, D. C, TO SEE THE PROCESS. EE Edith was sitting near the bank of one of our large rivers, looking very disconsolate. “Oh, dear!” she sighed. “the geog-, raphy says this river empties its waters into the ocean, and I've watched! here two whole days and it's just as full as it ever was.” TOO TUMULTUOUS. 0, MADAM," said the polite salesman in a great emporium in the somnolent city of Ladieshomejournalville, “we have no crash! towels, and I am sorry to say that you cannot find them in any store in Philadelph “Why not ?” surprisedly asked the shop per, who was from another locality. “ They are too noisy, madam,” UNNECESSARY. a good rule in life, and you'll find it THER suffices, ‘That you never should speak of your own faults and vices ; You'll discover that others, quite eager to score you, liave been already busy in doing it for you. TRYING TO‘ HELP HIM ALONG. Miss Gusiter—"‘ Oh, Mr. Softhedd, why don't you get married ?° ‘Mx. Sortuenp (on Ais Ances)—'* Why—aw—really, ye know—I—aw—cawn't find any girl that would have me, ye know. fs Miss Gusizr—"' OT course — how stupid of me!” EQUAL TO THE OCCASION. Customer (emerging from bargain-counter crush)—" Help! My leg is broken.” Floor-swatker — You will find the crutch department, sir, on the fourth floor, in the rear.” comicbooks.com