Judge, 1902-05-24 · page 10 of 16
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This page contains three separate satirical pieces: **"The Circus in 1950"** imagines a future "Microbie Menagerie" showcasing bacteria as entertainment attractions. The satire mocks both scientific advancement obsession and turn-of-the-century germ theory anxiety. References like "Fortypaw's telescopic microscopes" and cholera bacteria performances parody how contemporaries sensationalized microscopic discoveries. The admission price joke—expensive because "bacteria are costly"—satirizes how producers exploit public fascination with invisible threats. **"The Stages of a Kiss"** uses sequential illustrations to humorously track romantic relationships' decline from engagement through honeymoon to the mundane "keeping a flat" stage—a commentary on marriage's loss of passion. **"Sold Again"** presents a simple con: an English visitor asks an American advertiser for money-saving advice; the advertiser suggests sending a penny postcard to the Philippines—implying the Philippines somehow contain financial wisdom, which the bewildered Englishman finds absurd. It's likely satirizing either American confidence in colonial subjects or skepticism about dubious business advice schemes.
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spectator will be sup- plied with one of the new Fortypaw tele- scopic microscopes, magnifying three mil- lion diameters, By means of these won- derful instruments the minute microcosms will be rendered dis- tinctly visible.” “Signor Dare- devil, the master of the Monads, will con- vert himself into a cage for a colony of cholera microbes, which, by means of Miss Heocenos (sentimentally)}—'* Every rése has a thorn. Fortypaw’s omnipen- I guess that's why I've got quills.”” etrative X-ray ap- wi SHOCKING LANGUAGE: . paratus, will become apparent in his stomach; held under control solely by inte Ear or Corn—'* Hi, Jimmie! can yer come over t' my house : faa an’ play?" Signor Daredevil's psychological intensity. Jimmie Ear or Corn—"'I don't know. Go ask me fodder.” «Gladiatorial combat between the world-renowned mosquito, Yellowfever Transifer and Signor Theophilus Thickskin, armed with no other weapon than a bottle of kerosene.’ “ Observe that all lemonade sold in this circus is sterilized, all programmes are fumigated, and each patron receives a hypodermic injection of Fortypaw’s universal immunizing serum.” That was all I could de- cipher, save that, expecting the price of admission to be micro- scopic like the rest of the show, {was amazed to see that it was. two dollars, children double ; but my astonishment disap- peared when I remembered how expensive bacteria are, even in the year 1902. osm wens, THE CIRCUS IN 1950. ] PICKED up the other day, in the office of Professor Prognos- tics, the hand-bill of a circus that will show in Manhattan on SOLD AGAIN. New Yorker (to visiting Englishman) —"So the man THE STAGES OF A KISS. who advertises to tell you for Engaged. Honeymoon. Keeping a flat. a dollar the best way to make the least money go the farthest has an- @ swered your letter, ch? What does he say?” The Englishman (mystified)—" He says, *Buy a penny postal-card and write on it to some one in the Philippines." Now how should the—aw —blooming people in the Philippines know more about such fi- nancial matters than anybody else 2” July 4th, 1950. The bill was very small, and the type was al- together too fine to read. Indeed, the pro- fessor told me that a microscope came with it, and it was only by * the aid of that instru- ment that I could copy the following random extracts : “ Fortypaw’s En- cyclopedic Microbie Menagerie and Bacil- lar Biograph! A stu- pendous aggregation of beautiful and bane- ful bacteria! Eight bacillidromes under one sheet of glass! First exhibition in Manhattan of the golf germ, hootmon_ bras- syensis! Novel demonstration of the swellhead mi- crobe, biggi ego- tisticus! — Beau- tiful ballet by the Farmer Moss- backer —“Colonel Chinnaway, the politi- cian, declares that he is in the hands of his friends.” Farmer Horn- beak— Yes, | know he does ; but it sorter looks to me that the true state of affairs is banner bacteria, blue- VERY, VERY DIFFERENT. that his friends have stockinga Bostonia ! ‘Swe—" But how do | know you love me?” he’ ‘coloaiel ans Ec ct * Why, I can’t sleep nights, thinking of you.” Bot Ue Soonel on Nhe Saeh Sur—"" That proves nothing. Pa can't sleep nights thinking of you, but I hardly think It Is love.” their hands, comicbooks.com