Judge, 1902-04-19 · page 10 of 16
Judge — April 19, 1902 — page 10: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains a romantic story and humor comics satirizing contemporary life around 1900. **The Main Story**: A young historical novelist in 1989 despairs that all historical material has been exhausted by writers. His girlfriend solves this by suggesting he write historical novels *about historical novelists themselves*—creating an infinite recursive loop of subject matter. **The Satire**: This mocks the exhaustion of Victorian literature and the anxiety among writers about originality. It's tongue-in-cheek commentary on how creative industries recycle themselves. **The Illustrated Humor Strips Below** ("Our Troubles—A Few of Them Illustrated"): These present domestic and social complaints in comic-panel form—unpredictable weather, inattentive husbands, insurance misfortune, etc. They're gentle satire of middle-class life's petty frustrations, using deadpan captions as punchlines. The overall tone is witty social commentary targeting educated readers familiar with literary debates.
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SAVED. TT WAS a beautiful evening in the year 1989 as the youthful historical novelist, dis- engaging his arm absently from the waist of the young girl who sat with him, uttered a deep sigh. “ What is the matter, dear- est?" his beautiful companion J, Is aught troubling you? Perhaps your new book is hard in the making 2” : “Worse than that!" ex- claimed her lover, «It is im- possible. Can I trust you?" he muttered, gazing fearfully around. “If not me, who else ?" she proudly rep! Then,” he exclaimed, «T will tell you all, The fact is that since historical novels be- yan to be written, about a cen- tury ago, every bit of available material has gradually been used up, until now there is not a single hour of the past, nor a single country, in which some AFTER THE CURTAIN DROPPED. Comroser—" That sailors’ chorus was awful. What was the matter?" laid. What am Ito do? Here, upon the threshold of my ca- reer, and when we expect so soon to be married, how am I to go on when all has been done 2" The bright flush of inspi- ration suffused the face of the one at his side as, with a wo- quickness, she cried, «That's easy! Why don't you begin and write books in which only historical novelists of the past are the heroes? Surely there are enough of them, male and female. Her lover turned and clasped her swiftly in his arms. ty darling!" he exclaimed, “you have saved me, Th a boundless field before me. HIS STATUS. Drummer—* That fellow Lazzenberry is very lazy, isn't he ?* Ruralville merchant “Yes, If he were a worm I don’t believe he would ever historical scene has not been ‘Srace-ManaceR—" The tars couldn't get the right,pitch.” When you have packed your winter underwear away in the bottom trunk in lends y the store-room doesn't the weather always turn freezing cold about the all your fends attention to a beautiful scene from a car-window—doesn't a next day? Bin passin i ee MY WY NZ Let a woman take her husband to church to hear a sermon un‘t man’s selfish. After’ a man has paid his accident insurance regularly for ten years, and only once neglects to renew his policy, isn't that the very time something like the above happens to him ? OUR TROUBLES—A FEW OF THEM ILLUSTRATED. ness," or some such important subject—doesn't he invariably go to sleep ? comicbooks.com