Judge, 1901-05-04 · page 7 of 11
Judge — May 4, 1901 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several brief satirical pieces typical of early 1900s humor: **"A Chicago Conversation"** mocks suburban pretension—a woman complains their expensive fire extinguisher is useless because their house hasn't burned down. **"A Kick from Bugville"** satirizes rising gas utility bills, with a man joking he'll return to using fireflies for light. **"The Kindly Calcium-Light"** is a theatrical joke: stage lighting makes performers appear beautiful, but the light itself can't see how unattractive they actually are under its glow. **"Her Query"** references Queen Wilhelmina of the Netherlands, making a shallow joke about her asking if her crown sits straight—stereotyping royalty as vain. **"Too Bad"** appears to mock immigrant or naturalization concerns, with someone disappointed they can't become president due to birthplace, contrasting with another character's assumption of automatic presidential eligibility. The cartoons collectively represent Judge's satirical approach: social commentary on American materialism, technology, vanity, and immigration attitudes.
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A CHICAGO CON- VERSATION. ee HAT is Sue's last Wee A KICK FROM BUGVILLE, Porkchops. “You don’t mean to ‘say that she has been mar- ried again, do you?" THE WOMAN OF IT. Suburbs—" What was that you said about the automatic fire-extin- guisher?” Mrs, Suburbs—“ Aft- er the expense you went to in buying it I think it's a shame that the house hasn't caught fire yet.’ Mr. Buc—" Why these gas-bills are outrageous! Guess I'll have to go back to fireflies.” THE KINDLY CALCIUM-LIGHT. BEHOLD! Iam the faithfal light Which bathes with witching radiance bright The land of stage, that people there Shall look to be amazing fair. The ballet underneath my beams Composed of matchless beauties seems, ‘The while with yellow, blue and red A veil of wondrous tints I spread. By magic circle girded round ‘The cunning dancers glide and bound With limbs that quite appear to be The very height of symmetry, And form and features all divine To every eye in front—but mine. How fortunate, I'm free to say, ‘That I'm no candid old X-ray! ROWIN 1. SARIN, A GOOD SLEEPER. **PjO YOU ever have the night- mare?” asked Cumso, “No,” answered Cawker; “my dreams are all of the horseless va- riety.” TIT FOR TAT. 1.2—"" I'm sizzling hot; I want a drink.” I'm dry myself.” HER QUERY. $¢D)ID you hear what Queen Wilhelmina asked her new husband the other day?” “No; what was it?” “Is my crown on straight?” HOISTED. Crawford—" Dauber went out west and sank so low that he stole a horse. Do you suppose his captors realized that the poor devil had once been an artist?” Crabshaw—"1 guess so. As soon as he fell into the hands of the hanging committee they skied him.” Mrs. Spareribs of Mrs. asked ALWAYS, POLITE. “Oh, madam ! excuse my back.” THE PACE THAT KILLS. . YT 1S a wearisome warning, and frequently said, That we live at so hurried a pace That humanity ’s rapidly rushing ahead In a sort of an inhuman race. Well, humanity goes at its own sweet will, So there isn’t much use in talk ; But, ob, ladies! the pace that's most likely to kill Is the prevalent kangaroo walk. ANNA. MATHEWSON. TOO BAD. “* What's the matter with him?” “Aw! he's jest found out dat ‘cause he wasn't born in dis country he can’t neber be president, like me.”