Judge, 1900-06-16 · page 10 of 16
Judge — June 16, 1900 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page contains sentimental comic verse about an elderly poor woman (ninety-four years old) whose highlight is hearing a street organ-grinder and his monkey. The poem's pathos comes from the contrast between her youth ("when fortune and friends were mine") and her current loneliness and poverty. The satire targets genteel poverty and social indifference: despite her anticipation, the organ-grinder passes by without stopping—she doesn't even get the small joy of seeing the monkey. The title's bitterness emphasizes how little life offers her now. The page includes other brief satirical pieces: advice columnist "Sis Hopkins" answers a young woman's love question with practical suggestions (hand-painted necktie); a "country correspondent" reports trivial local news; and a final gag mocks wealthy fathers complaining that imported foreign counts seeking American heiresses expect duty-free status. The overall tone is typically Judge: sympathetic mockery of social pretension and human disappointment.
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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. 8. H. New York, N. Y. Dear Miss Hopkins. Tam a young girl of seventeen, quite pretty and rich. am in love with a young man what calls every night. How can I tell if he loves me? Lovingly, Your friend, Ipa Craire. NOT EVEN A MONKEY. [ BLIEVE there's a hand-organ some'er's around— Yes, there go the boys on a run! If it wa'n’t for this rheumatiz I'll be bound T'd jine ‘em and see the fun. For all Iam ninety and four to-day I wish that organ would come this way. Its soundin’ nearer—perhaps it will. ‘That's “* Yankee Doodle,” sure ! I'm tired of sittin’ here lone and still ; It’s hard to be old and poor. Jost ninety and four years old to-day, T do wish he reowL/ come round this way. ‘There he is at the corner— my, what a crowd ! If there isn’t a monkey, too! It’s a bang-up organ, so good and loud — I b'lieve he's a-comin’, I do. Don't care if Iam ninety-four to-day, I want that monkey to come this way. No, he’s goin’ straight on — nothin’ turns down here. ww he's strikin’ up “‘Auld Lang Syne"! How it carries me back for many a year, When fortune and friends were mine! Who'd ‘a’ thought I'd be livin’ to see this day, And be wishin’ a monkey would come my way! Well, we all have cloud as well as sun, The sweet and the bitter, too ; But to-day I did kind o' want some fun— Somethin’ a little bit new. I’m ninety and four years old to-day— And not even a monkey will come my way. muna c. DOWD. FROM OUR COUNTRY CORRE SPONDENT. Deacon van de Water was seen going to- wards the mill yesterday with a big load of rye. AFTER the leading lady had been haled to the courts for her realistic rendition of Sapho her manager propounded the following conundrum—“ Madam, why are you like the ancient Pharisees? Because you appear un- to men too fast.”” Dur Lever week Sellen ahard Panna STAnlews, wk FOREIGN COUNTS COME HIGH. larriages are made in heaven, you know, papa.” But if still in doubt, make him a hand-nainted necktie. If this —" Yes but you young people seem to think they are imported free doesn't jar him he loves you, of duty.” comicbooks.com