Judge, 1901-09-21 · page 10 of 22
Judge — September 21, 1901 — page 10: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several brief satirical pieces typical of late 19th/early 20th-century humor magazines: **"The Proper Person"** jokes about gender dynamics—a job applicant admits his wife, not himself, is better at "handling men," inverting typical workplace assumptions. **"His Grounds"** pokes fun at ministerial hypocrisy: a minister opposes Sunday golf only because he wants to play it himself on that day. **"A Probable Stayer"** satirizes wealthy Wall Street idlers who own yachts but rarely appear at their offices—suggesting unearned wealth trumps actual work. **"Persiflage in the Brook"** offers whimsical fish banter about writing an article on liars (meta-humor about the publication itself). **"Love, the Buccaneer"** presents romantic love as a swashbuckling force that either liberates or punishes based on moral character—sentimental Victorian verse wrapped in adventure metaphor. Overall, the page lampoons workplace absurdities, religious pretense, and wealthy idleness while celebrating romantic idealism.
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THE PROPER PERSON. ** NOW, sir,” said the manager of the iron mills, you understand I want a boss who is thoroughly accustomed to handling men?” “In that case,” said the applicant, nervously, ** I’m afraid it’s not me that you want, but my wife.” HIS GROUNDS. “ Why is your minister opposed to Sunday golf?” Crabshaw —" Because he can never get off on that day to play.” Brar (af the Rabbitville restaurant)—" Were, waiter, bring me three dishwashers and a cook, quick." Giapys—"* Harold has entered Wall street !" Ernri—* He won't last a week.” Gtapys—" Oh, yes, he will, He owns a yacht and he don't show up at his office more than once a month, you know !”” PERSIFLAGE IN THE BROOK. SSLJELLO, Speckles,” cried one trout to another, “ what are you doing with that pencil?” “Lam writing an article on ‘Some Liars I Have Met,’ replied the fish. n LOVE, THE BUCCANEER. In rakish craft, with silken sails, He cruises on life's ocean drear, Selfishness flies, and Mammon quails, At sight of Love, the buccaneer. In kindness to his captives, Love Rifies their hearts and sets them free. But woe to all who heartless prove— ‘They walk a plank into the sea! comicbooks.com