Judge, 1900-07-07 · page 4 of 16
Judge — July 7, 1900 — page 4: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several unrelated satirical pieces and poems rather than a unified political cartoon. **"Judge's Favorites"** features a photograph of an opera singer performing in "Cavalleria Rusticana," accompanied by admiring verse about her vocal talents. **"Her Coo"** is a brief comedic dialogue about Mrs. Nickkind's sweet voice, with the joke being she calls her husband downstairs constantly. **"The Fourth"** appears to reference Independence Day celebrations with illustrations of children playing with fireworks and toys. **"Perfumed Tresses"** is a romantic poem about a woman's hair and beauty. **"A Query"** is a humorous exchange between "Weary Willie" and "Prayer Foster" about dogs eating dirt. The page reflects typical Judge magazine content: light social satire, poetry, and domestic humor rather than serious political commentary.
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THE FOURTH. THE racket grows louder and louder ; It rings from the north to the south. The small boy now shoots off his powder, While the orator shoots off his mouth. HER COO. Mrs. Hoon — Nicekind has av and pleasant voice, hasn't she 2” Mr. Hoon—" Yes; 1 understand she always K i al calls her husband down = '\{// a stairs as if there was com- pany in the parlor.” JUDGE'S FAVOR ALICE HOLBROOK AS us rough Son; ic tears, from Spring they {rom joy, or pain, within thy heart? PERFUMED TRESSES. HERE'S a night in June that haunts me, and a memory that taunts me, ‘There's a fond desire that bids me steal away To the shrine of perfumed tresses and of tender, fond caresses, Just to worship there forever and a day. On her cheeks are roses blooming, every bit of caution dooming. As I pledge myself I will not lose my heart; ‘Then I pluck them with my kisses, but not even one she misses, For she’s just as many left as at the start. And her eyes — with lashes trailing, AN HISTORIC SPOT. like a fairy, filmy veiling, osqu mpanion)—"* I believe this i ‘ ich Miss Qui Jan to te hee cee tie dite (Tite moaasize (to companion)—" I believe this is the very spot on which Miss Quito lost her every one but me; Sapphire summer skies at noon-time . and the placid seas in June- time Rot ibe clog of her bpoegintvionge I baci what quite expresses In their limpid and. ‘responsive alt the beauty of the golden crown she wears ; . depths l ater Po For the sunshine in it lingers, and I'm sure that fairy Angers A FRIEND is one On her lips the rubies sleeping ever Must have spun it out of moonshine, unawares. who listens to all faithful watch are keeping And the perfume—all the flowers must have left their leafy bowers your talk about your- O’er the pearls that in her laughter glint and gleam, _And imparted all their fragrance, so that she, Mf with bei And the music of that laughter will come back in the hereafter With her youth and grace and beauty, would be doing naught but duty Self’ without being’ With the comforting assurance of a dream. When she made a suitor and a slave of me. Grorce p, sutton, bored. A QUERY. Weary Wittir—* Did yer ever see a dorg dat would eat dirt?” Fravep Foster—" No ; has some dog bin bitin’ you?” comicbooks.com