Judge, 1902-08-09 · page 9 of 20
Judge — August 9, 1902 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Judge* magazine contains several satirical pieces mocking early 20th-century American society: **"The Laureate of Lucre"** attacks commercialized poetry—a poet who writes jingles for soap and toothpaste advertisements rather than serious literature, personified as "Will Shakespeare Euripides Brown." The satire mocks advertising's corruption of art. **"Interfering with Business"** jokes about a South American officer blocking scientists from studying volcanoes because scientific discovery disrupts his plans to stage a revolution—the implication being that practical concerns trump knowledge. **"The Summer Sea-Serpent"** satirizes newspapers' sensationalism, where an annual sea-serpent sighting generates fabricated "remarkable pictures" for profit, despite being non-threatening. **"Greek Meets Greek"** is a brief visual gag where two professors want optical instruments to examine each other—implying they're equally peculiar specimens. The overall theme: commercial greed, journalistic fakery, and self-interest trump genuine knowledge and art.
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Toatap ase SEE THE LAUREATE OF LUCRE, POENS 22 Paose , : ; % otovs] HE, poem to order I write while you wait, On soap or tooth-powder in spirit elate. I put in the jingle that rings like a bell And makes through the country the merchandise sell. My muse is commercial and whirls with a whizz ; My harp is the happy old harplet of biz ; And when on its chords T come down in my glee My lovely old patron comes down with the V That puts upon street, wearing a crown, z Yours truly, Will Shakespeare Euripides Brown, INTERFERING WITH BUSINESS. ss6Q\jO, GENTLEMEN ; you cannot land,” de- clares, with a great flourish of his sword, the South American officer to the party of scientists who are in the boat. “But why? We are merely investigating the volcanic features of your country.” “That's just the trouble. ‘The last scientific party that was here discovered that we were in the volcano belt, and now it is next to impossible tu get enough men away from the seaside long enough to pull off a revolution,” A SWELL REPAST. Toumy—"You look as if you had just been left money. ‘What's the cause?” Bity—" Oh, | Just put away a twenty-five-dollar feed. One of those sassy panama hats blew over the fence and | coppered it." ‘THE SUMMER SEA-SERPENT. FRO! the vasty deeps Of the jim-jammy eye i if ‘The sea-serpent rises to swim Z, he Ui Mj iy Along by the shore “if , i ig i , For some miles or more, UCU, S ‘ Pee ng With the newspapers after him. He is larger this year Than ever before, As millions can plainly see Z If they'll simply look where yyy is tity Me comes up for air— MNGi ye S\ oT! wy ‘The only shore thing that is free. U ey a He lashes the sea oo ae AT ama us HAN 7 Into foam with his tail, And chases around in a jim- Jammy style without stint, While the newspapers print Most remarkable pictures of him. WILLIAM J. LAMPTON. GREEK MEETS GREEK. ‘THE MEAN THING. Proressor Jones—' Dear me!":| wish | had brought my magnifying glass with me. I'd like to Clara—"\ have a new gown for every day examine this funny-looking bug.” . Proresson Bucs—" Dear me! | wish 1 had brought my diminishing glass with me, I'd like to! Shall be at the seashore: . “ examine this funny-looking man.” Maud—" Will you be gone over Sunday ? comicbooks.com