Judge, 1902-03-01 · page 9 of 20
Judge — March 1, 1902 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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This page satirizes the visit of **Prince Henry of Prussia** to America (likely early 1900s). The cartoons mock both the prince and Americans' fawning response to foreign royalty. **"At the Station"** depicts crowds greeting Prince Henry with excessive enthusiasm—cheering his whiskers, demanding cuff buttons as souvenirs. The satire targets American social climbers and their obsequiousness toward European nobility. **"In the Hatchway"** continues the theme, with neighbors gossiping about a Chicago man who wore formal evening wear to meet the prince, then wore the same suit repeatedly afterward—mocking pretentious social-climbing through borrowed respectability. **"Quite Exclusive"** shows a woman enjoying winter solitude on a bench, unrelated to the prince storyline. **"Where She Drew the Line"** features Irish immigrant characters (Pat and Norah) in a marriage proposal—the joke being Norah refuses to speak to her father because he's dead, suggesting lower-class Irish stereotypes. Overall, Judge ridicules American deference to foreign royalty and class pretension.
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