Judge, 1902-06-14 · page 3 of 16
Judge — June 14, 1902 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several humorous sketches and poems typical of Judge's satirical style: **"In Rosy June"** presents whimsical verse about Christmas in summer, illustrated with fanciful creatures. **"Naturally and Officially"** depicts a weather official as a fortune teller, making fun of meteorological predictions' unreliability—a long-standing joke about weather forecasters' poor accuracy. **"The Human Ostrich"** satirizes someone who ignores obvious truths, a common metaphor for willful blindness. **"A Baby-Act"** mocks mothers' speech around infants using exaggerated dialect. **"On the Cambria"** references ship customs, with a press agent attempting to help a passenger (Miss Footlights) smuggle diamonds past customs inspection—satirizing both journalistic corruption and wealthy passengers' attempted tax evasion. The page's humor relies on recognizable social types and everyday situations rather than specific political events.
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IN ROSY JUNE. ON the spacious barrel now I write my Christmas song on from my brow y. ping-pong. T make the snowflakes dance a jig With merriment heartfelt, And while ac e pad I dig T simply wilt and melt. Oh, Christmas ode that’s writ in soon, while chant the ‘The cheque that puts my-soul And buys my summer togs ! C BAT Fe : NATURALLY AND OFFICIALLY. TAT Nth S N S the weather agree with you?” , ; x Compu metimes, but more often not. You see, I'm the official weather. Axt—"' Say, Farmer Rabbit, who gave you permission to plant potatoes right on our main street?" SERENADE—SOME TIME HENCE. CANNOT ping the old pong The pang I got, you know. Tt was a summer’ Tn an ancestral hall When ping and pong, like Jack and Jill And Adam, had a fall, I smashed the ping-pong table, T groveled for th ; I played the deuce with her back hair, Gobang. A BABY-ACT. 0 to the ra ““Hivins! wud yez luk at th’ felly eatin’ glass."” ~eymnes— + 1 do not zo much on style. 13 (contemptuously)—"* Thot's nothin’. Th’ baby kin do th’ same if Ol'd give her th’ Grymes: 3 Ido:not go:muchion-styles: ‘A bottle is good enough for me. ON THE CAMBRIA. ‘Tue pRess-acent—" Would you like me to help you smuggle in your diamonds?" Miss Foorticnts (piguantly)—" No, thank you. | want the custom-house inspector to seize them."* comicbooks.com