Judge, 1902-07-26 · page 3 of 16
Judge — July 26, 1902 — page 3: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains four separate cartoons and comic sketches with minimal political content. The main narrative, "Mother and Son," depicts a sentimental scene of a woman watching her son in a park-like setting, reflecting on his future achievements. The labeled cartoons—"Now in the Poor-House," "Progressive," "Most Extraordinary," and "Defined"—appear to be humorous social observations rather than topical satire. They mock everyday character types and situations: a poor-house visitor's recollections, tourist assumptions about island inhabitants, observations about felt slippers versus ore felt, and a debate over Roman punch definitions. The humor relies on wordplay, visual gags, and gentle social commentary rather than political critique. No specific political figures or events appear identifiable from the text or illustrations.
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‘ _ - , ems eee ass mses anesti SS ae in a NN MOTHER AND SON. HE. house was a low, rambling old structure, sit- ting back ina park-like lawn, as one might sit back in a great easy-chair, reposeful, serene, at rest—perhaps selfish to thus withdraw itself from the unquiet world beyond its gates. A woman sat by a low window with a boy's coat lying in her lap, her hands folded idly over it, She was dreaming of the time when the lit- tle coat would no longer fit the broad shoulders of her boy, a big, strong man; such a little fel- low now, so tender, so innocent, so dependent on his mother's love and care. How proud she would be to look up into the face of a man, bearded and grave, and hear him call her “mother! She could Suddenly she started from her reverie at the sound of a youthful yell in the rose-garden be- neath her window. It was her boy shouting in childish glee, and she smiled as she thought of him. Again the shout, mingled now with a strange noise she yy did not understand, and arising hurriedly she looked out. halen ie There, in the rose-garden—ther mW flowers and the glint of the ‘son, her pride and joy, swin; “* You don't mean to tell me that that fellow back there Is John Bascomb drowning its plea son? Why, | can remember when he was considered the brightest, most prom- Dropping the coat, with its dreaming, she flew down the ising fellow In town Surerintenvent—"" Yes, so he was: but, you see, he got to spending his time read- short stairway leading through the conservatory entrance to the ing those magazine articles on ‘how to succeed." in the fragrance of the Iver sunlight—was Harold, her only NOW IN THE POOR-HOUSE. a cat by its tail, his shouts now Visitor garden and caught Harold in the very act. He was having a most delightful time with the cat, entirely unconscious of his mother's approach, Then he became aware of it, and imme- diately fell across the maternal knee, A succession of dull and sickening thuds filled the sun- kissed air of the garden, and once more the boy stood upon his feet. There were tears in his eyes, and he felt as if he had been sitting on the tropic of cance! Nov you naughty bo is mother as she pulled herself together, * go and sym- pathize with the cat.” Moral—dreams go by con- said traries, ——witttas j, arto, MOST EXTRAORDINARY. eel HAVE noticed,” said Willie Spanker, “that a FECGRESSIVE: felt slipper is not felt so much ‘Tourist—"' Do the inhabitants of these islands show any signs of progrcssiveness ?"" aati : z Exrtoner—Oh, yes. They are holding the last misslonary for a ransom irstead of eating him." as one which is not felt at all. WINE DEFINED. t's a ‘ Roman punch‘? ll, phin an Oirishman shlugs an A. P. A., thot is a Roman punch."* comicbooks.com