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This page features Mrs. Pralamop, a recurring Judge character who offers absurdist social commentary. The main item mocks Anglo-Russian imperial conflicts in China using confused animal metaphors (a bear with a bull on a hyena's horns), satirizing public confusion about foreign policy. Other brief satirical pieces target contemporary issues: the Boer War's casualty reports ("cooked" by military selection); New York City municipal corruption; and German Emperor Wilhelm II's theatrical public behavior. The page also includes humorous short jokes and domestic scenes—a hazing incident with bourbon, a girl seeking unbroken cigars as gifts. These represent typical Judge content: light social satire mixing political commentary with absurdist humor and everyday comedy. The cartoons lack identifying labels for specific figures beyond character types, suggesting broad satirical commentary on institutions rather than individuals.

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MRS. PRALAMOP'S PROPOSITIONS. ANGLO-RUSSIAN RELATIONS IN CHINA, QUE Mrs. Pralamop com- ments cuttingly upon the situation in the East, that, al- though she had often heard of a bull in a china-shop, it appears to her as if in the present case the bear had gotten the bull upon the horns of a hyena. She supposes, however, that this is only one more notable instance of natural history repeating it- A “WHITE RAT" DOING A TURN. self, She also wonders that Wall g : A continuous performance, too. Street doesn’t interfere. g Sn 2 "Hy oun Mrs, Pralamop declares that she places little confidence in the war-reports from South | 4! 1, Pos ly. Zz A CULINARY COROLLARY. ‘4 , sy Kags 4 %y an Yay ny Nyy ty NB git Africa. She believes that Kitchener was specially selected in order that the war-news | We My iy) ao MY Mire MeL zene might be cooked, if not for the purpose of roasting the raw levies of the Boer enemy. She thinks, however, that now the South African rainy season is over it ought to be about time JUST LIKE A GOOSE. for De Wet to dry up. Goost—"'It's funny nobody ever paints a fancy picture of me. I can stand on one leg. SILENCE ALWAVS WAS GOLDEN. Mrs, Pralamop says that all this fuss about “ bridge whist” strikes her as lacking in THOUGHT IT WAS BOURBON. originality, seeing that as a girl she recollects there being a common saying about the folly [N CONCLUSION, to give the hazing the real West of crossing bridges until you are confronted with the necessity of getting over them. Point flavor, half a pint of tobasco sauce was poured down the victim's throat, A COMING FVENT. = “How do you feel now, old boy?” roared the leading hazer, a thorough military gentleman. “A little better,” re- plied the victim, who was bred in old Kentucky. “Just give me another pull at that old stuff and T'll be as good as new !* Mrs. Pralamop_pre- dicts that the undoubted enormous extravagance in the municipal government of New York will at the coming fall election cause another object-lesson in the truth of the doctrine that “money makes the Mayor go.” SSS A NATURAL OUTPUT. A ot ih A i 45S : THE CUDDLE- Mrs. Pralamop ob- | ae Des ae j SOME GIRL. serves that there is noth- ing so wonderful, after all, you like me to get you about the German Emper- : for a birthday present, or's propensity for-spone = : : — love?” ing in such a sensational g AS . Merritt—" A. cigar- fashion, as geysers are al- THE PIG-PEN WAS CLEANER. cases spyadear. | Since we ways apt to be doing that Mrs. Dootan—"' Sure, yer pigs hez broke out av their pen an’ run inter th’ house.” becames, engaged 51),can sort of thing, anyway. Mrs. MurrHy—"* Phat av thot, Mrs. Doolan?” never find an unbroken THOMAS DONNELLY, Mrs, Dooax—* Nawthin'—only Oi thought yez moight want ter kape thim clane.”” cigar in my vest-pocket.” Cora—" What would EVIDENTLY NOT A TRUST. Heaven is only a gigantic ‘trust,’ and so is the other place.” “Well, heaven may be; but I don’t think there's water enough in the other place to call it a * trust."