Judge, 1901-08-03 · page 10 of 16
Judge — August 3, 1901 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several satirical pieces typical of Judge's humor: **"Worth It"** mocks railroad workers on the Buffalo division, claiming the real mental strain isn't handling Exposition traffic but repeatedly being told to stop at Buffalo—a joke about the tedium of routine work. **"Soured"** uses a wine metaphor: failed authors who turn bitter critics are like weak wine turning to vinegar. **"Horsy Language"** appears to be a single-panel joke about horses, captioned "Long in the barrel." **"Insomnia's Plea"** is a sentimental poem to the god of sleep, depicting the speaker's struggle with racing thoughts and sleeplessness. **"A Summer Idyl—Dual Roles"** satirizes a female summer boarder performing both masculine ("husky voice") and feminine ("falsetto") personas while courting herself—mocking theatrical affectation or perhaps gender performance. **"A Waiting Policy"** jokes that China's indemnity settlement takes time because determining her "worth" is difficult—likely referencing Boxer Rebellion reparations negotiations. The page is primarily humor and light satire rather than hard political commentary.
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WORTH IT. ELL, we've had to raise the wages of the men on the Buffalo division,” said a railroad official. “ T suppose the Exposition traffic has made their work more onerous.” “It isn't the traffic itself so much as the wear and tear on the men’s mental faculties at being told contin- ually to put off the passengers at , fi yy Buffalo.” Y G7 y i SOURED. WHEN an author has failed be tums critic, Lost to all for which once he has f , "We rll is vie ne: F . been eager, And grows caustic, sharp, sour, an- e x matte aie a Ww alytic ; Ss gtk = wae Rs Thus docs weak wine make ex- y S : — e cellent vinegar. a“ S . A\ EF 2 "HE mouse, of his friend in the trap— HORSY LANGUAGE. “ They sprung it on him suddenly.” “Long in the barrel.” INSOMNIA’S PLEA. H, GOD of sleep! Have I not paid the price? See, I have tossed—oh, wearily and long! ] Forgive, and bring thy fumes of poppy-spice; Forgive, and let me hear thy cradle song. Come, Slumber. press my eyelids, that they close, . And soothe the weariness in waves away. Rebuke the racing thoughts — thine impish foes — That pound and mock and circle endlessly. ‘Smooth thou my pillow, cool me with thy wing, And hush me, so, upon thine ample breast, ! Where babes and birdlings all their troubles = bring, And thou refusest nat the boon of rest. With thy cool hand brush back the heavy hair, And watch me, while I count the snowy sheep; Bend lower—lower—god so kind and fair, And—kiss me, softly, for I'm—going—to sleep. A SUMMER IDYL—DUAL ROLES. Miss AxsHUuNT SusMERROARDER (Aushy voice)—'* Darling, you are the most beautiful creature on earth. T love you Miss AnsHunr SuanteRnoarner ( falsetto)—"* Oh, you wicked man !” Miss ANSHUNT SUMMERDOARDER (husky voice)—"" Sweet one, will you marry me?” Miss ANSHUNT SusameRnoanper (/alsetto)—" Oh, George, this is so sudden!" (Faints,) A WAITING POLICY. . ‘H AVE they settled on China's indemnity ?” “No, It takes some time to find out how much she is really worth.” * Who gave yez the black oye, Thud ?” AN UNUSUAL PROCEDURE. D—" Noone. I was lookin’ through a knot- SPACER (dropping in)—"Ah! writing a poem, as usual, I suppose ?” hole in the fence at the ball game and it got sunburned.” Scrivster—" No, old chap! I'm Widg this one on'a full stomach.” comicbooks.com