Judge, 1900-05-12 · page 4 of 16
Judge — May 12, 1900 — page 4: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains theatrical/entertainment content rather than political satire. The top section features "Judge's Favorites" with a photograph of actress Helen Garretson, accompanied by promotional verses. Below are two illustrated pieces: "Art and Nature" contrasts refined indoor society (left) with rustic outdoor life (right). The cartoons employ the period's common visual trope of comparing civilized versus natural human behavior—a stock satirical comparison of the era. The poems scattered throughout appear to be sentimental verses about patriotism and faith rather than sharp political commentary. Overall, this page prioritizes entertainment and lifestyle content over the hard-hitting political satire Judge magazine was known for, suggesting this particular issue balanced serious commentary with lighter cultural material.
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Photo. copyright by Fredrick JUDGE'S FAVORITES. HELEN GARRETSON. A Helen for beauty—that’s half, at the start: If you just look yourself in an Edna May part, We will bow to your triumph, and say it is art. But true art is a prize that will cost your young years — It may grow up in time, if well watered with tears, Asa cold consolation when youth disappears. JUDGED FROM THE WIRES. Dorothy (whose new home is lighted by electricity, HE KNEW THEM. proudly) —" Every bit of light we use is sent by tele- Boy—"* Say, mister, want me to bait your hook?” graph.” Max—"‘Git out! You only want to hook my bait.” ACCESSIONAL. GOD of the continental’ prayer, Thine altar-stones are cold and bare; My field and city rots the shaft ; Guide us when kindly arts prove vain ; God of all banners loosed orfurled, Before strange gods ourhigh-priests fall, The brave old names have lost their spell; As forth we fare to brave and share Yet is the symbol of Thy care But in our hearts are cenotaphed (Forgive the impious thought of gain !) The destiny that waits the world; Hearts fain to heed the nation’s call. ‘They of each blood-wrought miracle; And heathen cunning laughs us down ; As slip the simple years away, A space our battle-line was hurled Seas-distant we have rapine stayed, For good our leaders planned and willed, As victory comes to test our might, Against the weakling by the strong Our stars have risen on more than night; Forgrace to rightly sheathe the sword, ‘Teach Thou again our hearts to pray, More than the judgment of the world, Yet pray we as our fathers prayed, (Forget what dreams our cannon stilled !) Let us be right! Let us be right! Touch Thouourhearts,lest we be wrong. Lord God of hosts, let us be right ! Thy benison on us, O Lord ! JUN DAML waiTe, ERELFR FALE. 22-52-02 RSQ IRB SPIZ_ 9 VL, PF nO, =f y ave NORRAOA is} When dullness holds the savage clown, STIS VF US © AAPALRALUN G2 £250 SORIA OSU ART AND NATURE, comicbooks.com