Judge, 1902-07-26 · page 2 of 16
Judge — July 26, 1902 — page 2: what you’re looking at
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This page contains political commentary and satirical verse rather than traditional cartoons. The text critiques several figures: **Watterson** is mocked for lacking a "hot-air brake" on his "wild, impassioned bray," suggesting he's an uncontrolled speaker. **Cleveland** is praised for graceful agility, implying political dexterity. **David Bennett Hill** is questioned as a Democratic party spokesperson, with the philosopher suggesting this is absurd—equivalent to calling him the party's "mouthpiece." The lengthy poem appears to address a woman, possibly a political figure or allegorical representation, using garden and summer imagery. The bottom cartoon titled "SAGACIOUS ANIMALS" depicts two men in what appears to be a cluttered office or printing space, with a dialogue about rats and cages—likely political commentary about containment or control, though the specific reference remains unclear without additional context.
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