Judge, 1902-05-03 · page 7 of 16
Judge — May 3, 1902 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several satirical pieces typical of early 1900s humor: **"Lyric Seat"** (top): A romantic poem mocking courtship, where a suitor's declarations of love and wealth are rejected by a woman who literally stamps on his "goods and name"—until he appeals to her vanity by claiming her foot is Spanish rather than American. The joke satirizes both sentimental romance and shallow materialism. **"The Charleston Jubilee"**: A dialect piece in offensive stereotypes celebrating Theodore Roosevelt's presidency, using exaggerated African American vernacular. This reflects the casual racism of the era. **"A Stone-Dead Town"** and related sketches: Humorous exchanges about a small town's stagnant economy. A shopkeeper explains the town hasn't ordered fancy groceries or novelties because there's no demand—a commentary on economic depression in rural America and small-town decline. **"A Comer"** and **"Sapped"**: Short domestic humor pieces typical of the magazine's filler content. The overall tone reflects 1900s magazine satire: class commentary, ethnic stereotyping, and gentle mockery of provincial American life.
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I came and, kneeung at her feet Proffered my heart as gift to her. With haughty glance and curling lip She said. “I do not want it. sir.” I saw the heart would not suffice. And added wealth and all my fame. Out came her foot. and in a trice She stamped upon my goods and name I conquered for | boldly cried, “ That little blow I could not feel: For though you are Chicago bred, Your foot didst come from old Cas- tile.” EB. SIOKSE, THE CHARLESTON JUBILEE. 1902. HOWLY now de kingdom ‘s comin’, Marve Roosevelt in de lan’, see dem blue-coat sojers ‘To de tune ob a Di Duan’ yo! heah dem grea Ole Chawlston Pickaninnics shout te Evahbody makin’ lub ter one anudder Ju de Roosevelt jubilee. A STONE-DEAD TOWN. Pr Mrs. Rooney—"' We think little Patsy is bound to be prisidint some day. PO YOU keep ping-pong ? Mrs. Casty—"' An’ phwy ?”" asked the new resident of ve ii Mrs. Rooney—" Shure, he kin lick anny b’y in th’ neighborhood, he kin ride anny goat, he's shot most av th’ cats, an’ he's a great feeder, an’ he shtands at th’ hid av his the proprietor of the village gro- class at school because all th’ other b'ys hov died~-an’ how's thot fer luck ?"* cery and general emporium. “Well, mum,” was the answer," we hain't ordered all our line o” fancy groceries fer the summer, and", “Oh, mercy! [isn't a grocery—it is” *Tknow it aint,” broke in the storekeeper.“ L was jest asgoin’ to say that when we ordered them we was goin’ to pick out the latest patterns in neckties, because we have a good trade now, and “Goodness me, man! it isn't to wear—it is to” “know that, too,” interrupt- ed the proprietor of the store again ; “LE know that. was about to tell you that we are intendin’ to put in all the latest novels when we lay in our new stocks, and if you'll come around then we'll be sure to hav “Dear me !" putin the lady pong isn’t a book—it’s a game “Well,” said the merchant, “ handle all the new goods our customers de- mand; but when it comes to games, why, seven-up and crokinole holds the banner in SAPP Es en 1 wonder if these malartal microbes will move ‘his town, and I don’t reckon we want to make p ey 3 haven't bored right into our pantry for out of my system on the first of May?” any change this year. maple-syrup.”” — comicbooks.com