Judge, 1902-05-10 · page 4 of 20
Judge — May 10, 1902 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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This page features spring-themed poetry and illustrations typical of Judge magazine's literary content. The main cartoon at bottom shows Willie Sparrow (a recurring character) questioning "Bobby" about where a poor spring poet spent his winter—likely a gentle joke about struggling artists and seasonal hardship. The decorative initial letters and ornamental designs frame poems celebrating spring imagery: robin calls, flowers, pruned poodles, and blossoms. The visual style reflects early 20th-century magazine aesthetics. Rather than political satire, this appears to be light cultural humor aimed at educated readers—playing on romantic notions of "springtime muses" and poetic inspiration while subtly mocking the financial precarity of artistic life. The tone is whimsical rather than sharp.
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PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT THE JUDGE. BUILDING, 110 FIYTH AVENUE, NEW YORK, Terms to Subscribers, UNITED STATES AND CANADA IN ADVANCE. One copy, ove year, or 52 numbers =» $5.00 26 numbers + 3.50. ks Maries Including the FORFIGN SURSCRIPTIONS—To all foreign count Wasrren O: Eonortan sat London, Birentand "y The contents of JUDGE are protected by « Infringement of this copyright will be promptly CONTRIBUTORS must inclose a sta otherwise retara of the latter when foun: DRAWINGS and all contributions sent to the Art Department sh name and address written plainly on each and every separate sketch. ress should in every instance be written upon its individual picture, and NOT a separate slip of paper. Iaclosure of stamps to the full amount of postage is also required, ta insure safe and prompt return of material not accepted. 1s in the postal union, $4.00. year. 1ce—S28-829 Marguette Building, Chicago. hipany. siream's building, Chancery lane, avane de COpra, Parts; Suarbach's news exchange, Mains, jh the United States and Great Bri ously prosecuted. ddressed envelope with all manuscripts, ING Song In the air, Ding, Dong, Ding; Ping- Pong Everywhere, Spring, Sprong, Spring. NE rose, though worthy of a sounding sonnet, a That’s fit to glad Secaucus, Quogue, Seconnet, New York, Chicago, Philadelph.,Squeedunk, And Boston—doesn’t make a springtime bon- net. HEAR the bluebird discourse on his d Hear the maid raise her plaintive i Oh, the harp and the lute They knock suddenly mute iether they blow like a steam-pipe. eam pipe When On the toast see the savory snipe dream Like an epicure lost in a tripe-dream, While the spring poet’s soul Soars to song’s golden goal In a shad-roesy, crocussy pipe-dream. HILE the fragrant hyacinth Glimmers pink and purple, And the vine-encircled plinth Wakes the chi chieple, And the spreading terebinth Yiells the bronchial high- 1 spring’s rosy labyrinth e the skimming fly-ball. NOW the hepatica blows daintily shimmers trembles Shimmers and trembles blows and bobs: in odorous zephyr, Never revealing the fact to Pan as he pipes in the wood- land, Never revealing the fact to light- footed, nimble Titania, As she trips airily on aeswirl in and and and the the tremulous moonlight, That it’s oft used as the base the base of a pharmacy mixture That aright sets in a day the pad- crested, indolent liver. Wituie Sparrow (confidentially) O*’ THE sidewalk all the day Little boys at marbles play, And the baseball whizzes round In the air and on the ground, And the bluebird blithely chants, While the bull-dog puffs and pants, In the airy lilac spray Hear the robin’s roundelay, And observe the violet And the trembling bloodroot, wet With the balmy April rain That is soaking hill and plain. Watch the shy, elusive maid Working with a garden-spade, inging songs of Arcady th the spreading apple-tree. Then you'll fancy, never fear, That sweet spring the gentle ’s here. TIS SPRING at last, and, rapture-brimmed, The poodle has his astrakhan Artistically pruned and trimmed, Which makes him look both spick and span. The pruner 's artistic soul, A wild impressionist is he, That makes the poodle’s hirsute roll In quaint conceits bizarre to see. There is a tuft upon each hip, A mural cameo in wool And there upon his caudal tip Blossoms a star that’s beautiful. The scissored poodle ’s not grotesque— He is a howling work of art. In filigree and arabesque He glads the decorative heart. He is a dainty gargoyled dream From which the dreamer woukln’t wake; He is a fantasy supreme, Besculptured like a wedding-cake. Oh, he is blithe and happy now While o'er the twinkling green awing He punctuates with his bow-wow The soft wind-syllables of spring. IN THE vine the roses, bobbing red and white, per up the wood-shed, beaming with delight, Dancing in the zephyr—happy, happy buds !— To the carpet-beater’s symphony of thuds. TOYING WITH THE SPRINGTIME MUSE. “Robby, where do you suppose that poor spring poet spent his winter 2"" comicbooks.com