Judge, 1900-04-21 · page 3 of 18
Judge — April 21, 1900 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains several satirical pieces from Judge magazine, apparently from the early 20th century (likely World War I era, based on "War-Easter" reference). **Top cartoon**: Shows a "Tammany Tiger" (representing New York's corrupt Tammany Hall political machine) and a monkey discussing politics—satire on machine politics and political corruption. **Middle section**: Includes poetry/verse about spring and Easter, with a small cartoon showing eggs, titled "Cause for Congratulation." **Bottom photographs**: Show cyclists on country roads, titled "Straight Ahead" with captions about "near-sighted wheelmen" finding their way to village. This appears to be gentle satire about bicycle tourism. The overall page mixes political commentary with lighthearted social observation typical of Judge's satirical approach.
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Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
THE DIPLOMATIC MO Tue TAMMANy TIGER—" Say! Wot are yer politics?" Tur, Monkey—" Why, my dear friend, they're the same as yours.” A HARBINGER OF SPRING. SOV HICH, crocuses or arbutus, Or birds of brilliant wing,” Said he to her, * Do you prefer As harbingers of spring ?” Said she to him, ‘*'Twould be my whim, If you agree to that, To put together Both flower and feather Upon a brand-new hat.” HE WORE IT IN FRONT. Judge (sternly) — “Don’t tell me that this is your first appearance here. Tam certain I have seen your face before. Prisoner (cheerily)— “That's the way I've been wearin’ it ever since I was born, judge.” CAUSE FOR CONGRATULATION. Tur, rest oUT—" Gee ! it’s lucky T got here first — bein’ de firstborn T'll come into de ole man’s title an’ estates.” A WAR-EASTER. H, WE had no Easter iities When the broke, Where we lay in muddy trenches In a cloud of smoke ; And we lacked the organ- music Swelling grandly on the ear, ter morning yellow And the rose and ruby windows, And the carols sweet and clear. For the Maxim was the organ Of the tattered boys in blue, And the singing of the Mausers All the carols that we knew. But we never missed the lilies. For the flag was over- head — Glonous stars upon the azure, Glowing’ stripes of white red. STRAIGHT AHEAD. NEAR-SIGHTED WHEELMAN—"' Say, there. friend —is this the right road to the village?” “Thanks, very much,’ NEAR-SIGHTED WHERLMAN (as the wind blows the scarecrow) — comicbooks.com