Judge, 1901-08-03 · page 4 of 16
Judge — August 3, 1901 — page 4: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several short humorous sketches typical of early 20th-century Judge magazine's format: **"The Sleeping Volcano"** (top) is a poem about a dormant volcano harboring hidden passion—likely a metaphorical commentary on suppressed emotion or political/social tension. **"A Summer Night Idyl"** and **"At the Seashore"** are light domestic jokes about everyday situations. **"When a Fellow Wishes He Had Never Been Born"** (bottom) depicts a young man at a summer resort attempting to propose, only to have the woman reject him, revealing she's actually his mother—a shock-value punchline typical of the era's humor style. The remaining items—"Judge's Favorites," "Faithless Cure," "Classified," etc.—are brief satirical quips on minor social observations rather than political commentary. The illustrations use the magazine's characteristic line-drawing style. Overall, this page emphasizes personal/domestic humor over political satire.
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THE SLEEPING VOLCANO. STATELY temple stood upon a hill For centuries defiant of the storm, The lightning’s javelin, the wind’s strong will And secret ravage of the boring worm. An old volcano, ‘neath the temple, dead, Budged in the embers of its ancient grave, And rent the sovereign mansion overhead From base to battlement and architrave ! A heart beat bravely in a sullen breast For years, defiant of the raining spears Of hate, the poisoning river of Unrest, And Sorrow’s silent cataract of tears. Within that breast Love, dreaming, lay asleep, But when of dreaming Love began to tire, He stirred his spark of memory, buried deep — And found his temple built upon afire! Atowstes coun, A SUMMER NIGHT IDYL. AT THE BOARDING-HOUSE. The owl—" Hoo! Hoo!" ‘Tie Buzz saw —'*T wish they would feed me soft The maid —* Why —er—it's only Pine only! ‘The last piece of oak, was so: tough’ I've George, ma; did you want us?” Kine ea Bevkes B lok of aioe "S FAVORITES, HELEN BERTRAM. Helen, thy beauty is to me ‘ Like those Venetian barks that o'er ‘The moonlit Adriatic sea ‘(On summer eves that are no more) My soul on waves of music bore To an enchanted shore, FAITHLESS CURE. * ‘ ‘| DON'T sce the professor, who treats by laying ‘on of hands, come to your house any more. Did he cure you, Caspar ?” “Yes, I haf bin gleaned out, Dot feller lay hands on all my valubels ven I vos avay. 1 vos more as cured.” CLASSIFIED. ew —" Who is that terribly big man walking across the campus? ‘A master or a don, I suppose.”* Mr, Sharpe —" Not at all. He's only a mas- todon.” A NATURAL INFERENCE. Charley Litewate—"V've got a deuce of a headache, don’t yer know Sarcastic friend —" That so? Must be one DANGEROUS. CSE ° CHaurreuR—" Good gracious! that fellow barely cleared our heads! I'll have to have a higher of these ‘aching voids" we sometimes read about." dashboard put on this machine. It is really dangerous so.” WHEN A FELLOW WISHES HE HAD N When the summer-resort young lady to whom he was about to propose asks schow-he enjoyed the evening entertainment, and he had replied that ‘* It was © —— and then learns a few minutes later that “* the freaky-looking woman’ is very good, all but the shrieking of the freaky-looking woman who thought she the young lady's mother. could sing "—— comicbooks.com