Judge, 1900-06-09 · page 10 of 16
Judge — June 9, 1900 — page 10: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several satirical pieces typical of the era: **"In Inkland"** is an allegorical poem critiquing the overcrowded literary/publishing world. "Inkland" represents the publishing industry where countless writers ("birds") compete noisily, with mediocre work drowning out genuine talent. The "peacocks" and "crows" likely reference different classes of writers, while the complaint that bad work succeeds merely "by rule" suggests satire of formulaic, commercially-driven publishing over merit. **"What Caught Him"** mocks yellow journalism—newspaper boys sell papers by sensationalizing violence ("another bloomin' bloody battle"), implying readers crave exaggerated conflict over substantive news. **"Never Done When Promised"** shows a child asking whether "Ananias and Sapphira dressmakers" exist, sardonically suggesting dressmakers never complete promised work on time, linking biblical deceivers to modern service failures. The page mostly contains light humor and social observation rather than direct political commentary.
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“* Sis" will be pleased to answer any question relating to { the welfare of our readers, Write on the edge of the paper only, and limit queries to 500,000 words. Lay your troubles at her feet. Readers will ail be answered in their turn, s. 1. New York, N.Y. | Miss Sis Hopkins. Madame —I am in love with a girl whom T have known three weeks. I should like very much to propose to her, but I don't know how. Won't you kindly offer a suggestion. Truly yours, I. Macuser, bloody battle 7” IN INKLAND. THER 's so many birds in Inkland, And the hull on ‘em ’s tryin’ to sing, F'm the squawkin’ and screechin’ peacocks To the hund’eds o' crows on the wing. ‘The print trees and bushes are crowded Till ther ‘s scurcely a foothold to spare. Yet thousands keep flutterin’ round ‘em, A-wailin’, “ Make room for me there.” The days are filled with clamor, The air is heavy with sighs ; And noise—with the name o' music — Goes pourin’ across the skies. Now ‘n’ then through a hush in the tumult Comes a tender, heavenly strain, Or a burst o' raptur'us sweetness Is echoed f'm hill to plain, But soon all the melody 's drownded By the yawpin’ o* some bird fool ‘That hain’t got a thing in its favor Except that it’s goin’ by rule. Oh, ther's so many birds in Tnkland, ‘And all on ‘ems tryin’ to sing, | A declaration while hanging from the chandelier would F'™ the squawkin’ and screechin" peacocks | eeidteen, To the hund’eds o' crows on the wing. EMMA c. Dowo, WHAT CAUGHT HIM. First poy—** How did yer come ter sell dat dude an extra —tell him dere was another SEcoND Boy—"* Naw! Told him dere was another bloomin’ bloody battle.” NEVER DONE WHEN PROMISED. 6 +MAMMA." exclaimed Willie, looking up from his Sunday~school lesson, “ w Ananias and Sapphira dressmakers ?” FROM OUR COUNTRY CORRESPONDENT. After the Sunflower club's reception, last even- ing,°Mr. Will Price had the pleasure of seeing the Misses Bowers’ home. But if you can’t catch her in this fashion it's up to you to run away. 4 comicbooks.com