Judge, 1902-09-06 · page 5 of 16
Judge — September 6, 1902 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several humorous sketches and a poem typical of early 20th-century American satire. **"Autumnal"** is a whimsical poem celebrating autumn's arrival through nature imagery—pumpkins, chestnuts, partridges, crickets—ending with the joke that falling apples hit the poet on the head. **The social comedy sketches** satirize middle-class life: - Two women discuss golf, with one claiming she'd have married her partner if the caddy were competent—mocking women's golf culture - A mother scolds her boy for swimming; he blames contortions—innocent childhood mischief - A husband complains his wife's mother visits during meals, calling the house "no coaling-station"—satire on unwanted in-laws - A father warns his daughter against a poor poet; she reveals she encourages him hoping his love letters become valuable—mercenary humor about poetry's worthlessness The page satirizes Victorian/Edwardian social pretensions, gender relations, and the low status of poets in materialistic society.
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AUTUMNAL. OW the pumpkin On the vine, Like a carafe Freckles shine. Now the chestnut Gayly pops From the burr, and While it drops All our golden Dream it tops. Now the partridge Blithely drums, And no more the Bumble bums Where the zephyr Hits the plums. Now the katy- Didlet’s shrick And the cricket's Squeaky squeak And the *skeeter’s” Creaky creak Tell us autumn On the scene Bangs her ribboned Tambourine Ina manner Most serene, While the apple, Gold and red, To the poet's Vision wed, Falls and hits us On the head. A GREEN CADDY. Madge—" You went over the links with Harry Huggard ? He plays an excellent’ game, doesn’t he?” Blanche —* Doesn't he, though? Why, I actually be- lieve that we'd have been en- gaged if the stupid caddy had only known his busines: THE BOY CONTOR- TIONIST. Mother—* Why, Johnny ! your shirt is on wrong-side out. You've been in swimming again.” Johnny—* No'm ; I've bin turnin’ summersets. Dat’s how my shirt got twisted round.” HE DIDN’T ENJOY HER “Your mother always drops in about’ meal- time.” Mrs, Benham—“1 know it, dear; but"—— Benham—* Well, 1 wish you would tell her that this is no coaling-station.” HEN children suck the paint off their bright new toys it makes them sick ; when . they are grown the same thing AN EYE TO THE FUTURE. occurs, only then they call it Her rarter—'' Why do you encourage that young poet? Don't you know that poets are always Davcnter—" Yes, papa; but he writes such beautiful love-letters. They will be worth a great deal et money if he disillusionment. avon bacoihan taroue comicbooks.com