Judge, 1901-04-13 · page 9 of 20
Judge — April 13, 1901 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century humor: **"How She Fooled the Office-Boy"**: A newspaper woman seeking the editor describes her involvement with "Daughters of the Nation" (likely a temperance or women's civic organization). She deliberately confuses the messenger boy—who appears to be a naive, poorly educated country youth—by talking at length about her organization, almost making him mistake it for the Women's Christian Temperance Union (Carrie Nation's anti-alcohol movement). The satire mocks both the boy's gullibility and the earnest activism of women's civic groups. **Other pieces** include a nature poem "Hylodes," light humor about accidentally hitting an elderly man, and brief comic exchanges about workplace mishaps and romantic complications. The cartoons are gentle, office-centered humor typical of Judge's appeal to urban middle-class readers. The satire assumes familiarity with contemporary civic organizations and social pretensions.
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HOW SHE FOOLED THE OFFICE-BOY. «4 ] F YOU wish to see the editor you must state your business.” From the size of the lobes in his ears the boy might have come from St. Louis; but the high col- lar on which his rested plainly denoted that he hailed from the nondescript ru- ralities of Har- lem, The newspaper woman sighed. “Dear ” me!" said she, I really tell you what I want? Well, you'd bet- ter sit down, No, I won't detain you more than a min- ute. You see, it was this way. I belong to the Daughters of the dvs-pinns23, Nation—no, not Mrs. Nation! I thought you'd make that mistake! Well, we were holding a meeting to elect the officers for the ensuing year. It was rather stormy. Those meetings always are, you know, and—no! don't attend to that gentleman yet— I won't detain you long. Well, we had just reached a’ nomination, when a messenger boy A CAT CALL. Mr. Fox—*"* Heavens! there’s the farmer. He looks like a cold-hearted brute, too.” HYLODES. N meadow tarns I hear it, Among the dreaming trees, Where springtime's herald spirit Walks with the wandering breeze— From marsh to mere replying, From dawn till day is dying, The shrill concerted crying Of April's hylodes. Unseen, the minnesinger To hope and memory sings. Darkling, he is the bringer Of dawn in brighter things. With nature he rejoices: And in that song my choice is. Knowing its sad, sweet voice is Ancient and new as S| NO HARM:DONE, Haxot.p—' I ran over a man ninety years old yesterday.” GLapys—* Didn't you feel awful?” = Haxotp—* Oh, no! The old guy hadn't got long to live, anyway?” came in—no, he didn’t want to know my business, though I think he was dying to open the note—with a letter from your editor. Just a sec- ond more, and I'll finish! I opened it, and found that he wanted to see me on some particu lar business, which he didn’t specify. jy 1it ckocER’S nov —" Mr, Wayout wants to know I had to be down wn Witt excHAGICINN DARDER—"* Why, certainly, Beele. efe at eleven bub! Zim! zam! D.L.& W.! Presto— o'clock. It’s just struck the hour. Would you mind asking him what he wishes to see me about? Then I can tell you, you know, and then” — But the boy had disappeared as com- pletely as the hero of «“ Casabianca.” LA TOUCHE HANCOCK. Qvs-pinKs-B DISSEMINATION Dora—" You haven't announced it yet, have you?” Jimaie—"* Gee! I'd hate to be him Cora—" Haven't | just told you?” when he’s got the toothache.”