Judge, 1902-04-12 · page 4 of 16
Judge — April 12, 1902 — page 4: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several unrelated satirical pieces typical of Judge's format: **"Judge's Favorites"** is a sentimental poem about summer and romance, paired with a woman's photograph—standard magazine filler. **"The Cruel Wretch"** mocks a husband who won't fund his wife's automobile purchase, using domestic conflict as humor. The joke relies on contemporary anxieties about new technology and marital finances. **"A Safe Site"** shows an anthropomorphic squirrel and depicts afterlife contemplation—a philosophical cartoon with unclear specific reference. **"Indian File"** appears to be a humorous illustration with minimal context provided. **"An Old Saw Revised"** plays on the phrase "rolling pin," suggesting domestic comedy about nagging wives and money. The page lacks clear political satire, instead focusing on domestic humor and social observation typical of early-20th-century American magazines.
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ice country, isn’t it?” “Ttis.” “ Magnificent river.” «It is universally admired.” © Exquisite music.” « Rapturous.” “Yes, heaven indeed is won- derful. It far exceeds my fondest expectations ; but "—— «Well, what is it “Have you never—that is, when you first arrived, and just between ourselves, you know— have you never noticed a—well, a certain sameness in the costumes —a lack of variety and originality, so to speak? “And have you not thought that the introduction of a dressmak "—— Just then a louder burst of celestial music was borne in their direction by the dallying breezes, and so the balance of the conver- sation was lost. Ten minutes later, however, another soul, while taking a stroll, JUDGE'S FAVORITES. JENNIE HAWLEY. When o'er the boards you lightly glide, Oh, spirit of the southern rose, In whom the graces all abide ‘And shine whene’er you gayly pose, We dream of summer dusks in Spain And balmy gardens of romance, Where moonbeams fall like silver rain On buds whose witcheries en- trance. Then from that silence, sweet and deep, We hear a lover's rapt guitar, And from your balcony you peep And softly smile, the evening's star. ONE THING LACKING. A SOUL, lately arrived in the abode of the blest, led an- other soul to a secluded spot and addressed it, "So this is heaven, is it?” A SAFE SITE. Cuotty—"' Because his wife spent the money for an automobile which he had laid aside for a divorce,”” SUGGESTING A REMEDY. W'TH sarcastic fingers the deaf-and-dumb lady cur- tain-lectured her husband for betting on the races. “Either talk slower,” he spelled out on his hand, “or else put hopples on your fin- gers. They interfere when you Certainly.” . Acorn Buc—" Ah, this is the safest house from squirrels I"ve ever lived in.” An “INDIAN FILE.” was interested to observe two of the blest who were using one of the river's lim- pid pools as a mirror and at the same time were gesticu- lating violently, As the soul had been that of a mere man while on earth, it could not understand the procee ing, and dismissed the in dent from its contemplation. Moral (1)—The ruling passion may be strong even on the other side of death, Moral (2)—As heaven is not a dressmaking estab- lishment, some of the dear creatures may be disap- pointed on their first ar- rival. Moral (3)—The chains of habit cannot be broken in a moment. Moral (4)—Gentle wo- man is gentle woman, and sudden and radical changes should not be expected of her, auraep j. warexnvcse. AN OLD SAW REVISED. strike this gait.” Mr. Beer—" There goes old Rollingpin, busted as usual. He never has any money.” “ My dear fellow, don't you know that a rolling-pin is not supposed to gather any dough?” Mr. Carrot comicbooks.com