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Judge — April 7, 1900 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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This page contains multiple unrelated satirical cartoons typical of Judge's format. **"A Call from Charles Frederick"** depicts a domestic scene where Mr. Poindexter mentions a visit from young Charles Frederick Gildersleeve. His daughter Mildred blushes noticeably, revealing romantic interest. The satire mocks Victorian courtship proprieties—the father's lukewarm assessment ("never set the world on fire") and Mildred's earnest, awkward defense of the suitor's character demonstrate how seriously the era treated marriage prospects and social standing. **Remaining cartoons** include: - "Hardly Ancestral": A joke about social pretension—wealthy families with many children but no aristocratic lineage - "As Others See Us": British criticism of American street-cars as uncomfortable - Various farm and domestic humor scenes The page exemplifies Judge's mix of middle-class social satire and slapstick comedy, mocking Victorian manners, class anxiety, and courtship customs that modern readers would find quaint.
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A CALL FROM CHARLES FREDERICK. IOR a time after the soup had been served there was silence. Then Mr. Poindexter, looking round the table slowly and addressing Mrs. Poindexter, said with great deliberation, “I was honored to-day by a call from Charles Frederick Gildersleeve.” “What did Mr, Gildersleeve have to say to you?” asked Mrs. Poindexter. Mr. Poindexter glanced at his daughter, a sweet girl of about twenty-two, and she colored painfully. Mrs. Poindexter followed the glance of her husband and noted the blushes on Mil- dred's cheek, and then patiently awaited Mr. Poindexter’s next remark. “Charles Frederick Gildersleeve,” Mr. Poin- dexter resumed after finishing his soup, “ strikes me as a very well-dressed young man and rather an amiable fellow. Still, he will never set the ~ world on fire.” At this point Mildred broke in between her blushes and said very earnestly, “Well, papa, I should just hope that Charles —I mean Mr. Gildersleeve—never qwould set the world on fire. He's no incendiary, I'm sure.”* a ¥ COM ‘om " ra, \ WY a Penrnyn STAN AWS: HARDLY ANCESTRAL, Mrs, Hitire—* Have they any ancestors?" Mrs. Waveaque—"I hardly think so. They have fourteen children.” < A BARE POSSI- BILITY. S*HE SAID hed sign the paper, but every time I put it under his nose he has some excuse.” EDED MORE THAN ME THOUGHT. 3 T b “Perhaps the gen- pits See here! why hain’t yer finished this bunch 0 2 ate ileman Decent iarie Son—*' I can't git the scythe through them brambles.” Z with his nose.” AS OTHERS SEE US. New-Yorker— “What do you. think of our street-cars?” Englishman— “They seem to be ve y 2. Dap (taking scythe)\—'* Can't, eh? Let me show yer, comfortable for those Allers finish as ye go. What yer need is a little — persons who prefer to Seeing thus how matters lay, the conversation was not pursued further during the dinner- hour; but when the meal: was finished Mrs. and Miss Poin- dexter went up stairs and began to discuss going-away gowns and other in- teresting details. WILLIAM wewny AIvITER. HIS QUERY. sePa he A PRETTY STRONG KISS. “Well?” Now, what's the matter with the salt-cellar? “Is dandruff Why, he stole a kiss from the mustard.cruet—that s all, dried thinks?” 8. grit hrntii comicbooks.com