Judge, 1902-09-20 · page 11 of 18
Judge — September 20, 1902 — page 11: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page is primarily **advertising with satirical poetry content**, not a political cartoon. The main piece is a humorous poem mocking romantic suitors who boast excessively. The speaker describes a lover delivering elaborate compliments—about his voice, appearance, dancing, kisses, and gifts—but consistently undercuts himself with the refrain "just wait till you see/hear mine," suggesting the suitor's own features are even better. **The satire targets male vanity and insincere courtship**: the lover's flowery language and generosity are revealed as self-aggrandizing performance rather than genuine devotion. Each compliment loops back to self-praise, exposing the hollowness of romantic posturing. The page also includes miscellaneous humor (a child's confusion about a new tooth, jokes about lawyers) and advertisements for Evans Ale, Chartreusse liqueur, Sohmer Pianos, and Prudential Insurance. These fill the remaining space typical of *Judge* magazine's format.
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BALLAD OF YE PASSIONATE LOVER. H, LADY fair, while at your feet a lover bendeth low, ‘Alas! thou knowest not, dear one, of this fond heart, I trow. You to his tales of ardent love a willi incli If wondrous you his love tales deem, If wondrous you his love tales deem, He charms An And while he sings of chivalry, of love and old romance. His proffered arm you také and lo! you join the mazy dance. His graceful steps, the dreamy tun Ah be not charmed by nimble feet “until you've gazed on just wait till you see mine. All other fect take a back seat,“ Then in the moonlit garden old you gaze into his face. ures classic—nay, a Grecian god they'd grace: You think his His noble brow, his lustrous ey If that’s a nose, Jehoshaphat If you want a nose that is a nose, “ just wait till you see mine.” Upon your alabaster brow his kisses now he rains, Then seeks your lips and from them swift a blissful draught he drains, ‘The nectar of the gods, while you within his arms reclin: “until you've sampled mi so wait and sample mine.” But still you miss a perfect ki: A perfect swat can here be got, He toasts you at the banquet board with flowery eloquence; An answering smile from your dear orbs is ample recompense. He toasts your eyes, your brow, You think his thirst an casy fi Not one, two, three, with me he'd be, “so wait till you sce mine.” His gencrous heart knows no restraint, his life, his all is yours, And for your pleasures princely gifts his ample purse outpours. ‘The jeweled presents, pearly ropes thy white neck to entwine— great Scott! just wait till you get mine.”" But heed them not, and oh, “great Scott! just waif till you get mine.” But heed them not, and oh, My sister had a baby tooth which necded pulling, and Brother Charlie, aged five, said he would pull it for her, | which he did. Several days afterward | the new tooth, which had just pushed through the gum and could be plainly seen, was discovered by Charlie, and he said, “Why, that mean thing! I thought I pulled it clear out, and here it is sprout- ing up again!"—Cincinnati Enquirer ‘ou Klinkers is happy fas just found money, “How's that?” “He has employed a lawy: who has succeeded in having his t lowered five dollars.” Fudge—" What was the lawyer's fee?” Fudge—"Ten dollars, I believe."—| Baltimore Herald. | udge—"I tell —he feels as if he Fudge. Fudge HOMEWARD BOUND. Wifie 's coming home next week From her long vacation; Wifie 's been away to seck Health and recreation Home she’s coming from the sea To the hired girl and me. Wifie left me in July, Soon she'll be returning; For her cheering presence I Have been fondly yearning. Life shall soon regain its zest, Wifie 's coming home to rest. Chicago Record-Herald. 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Daniels, general ae ee tee Yee E recently delivered an address before the Chautauqua assembly on the subject of American railroads and our com- mercial development, which will be widely read and with deep interest by all people who are wide awake and have the good of our industries at heart. When Mr. Danicls goes into statistics, whether they deal with corn, red apples, railroad ties or driving wheels, he is quite at home, and the people who hear him Ro into ecstasies of joy over his quaint illustrations and similes, which reek with horce sense and sound philosophy, to say nothing of humor, which latter element is so strong and prominent in his make-up that it seems as if he must use an invisible air-brake to shut it off at the right time. The subjects he handles—and they are many and varied —are in his hands even as the knives in the hands of an Eastern juggler. No matter how often or how high he tosses them in the air, he always catches them by the handles as they descend. He can speak of an Empire State express in the Orient or a Twentieth Century flyer in China with the same ease and grace that Burdick employs when he waxes reminiscent and the wonders of the ‘midnight buttermilk” on the Erie. He gives object lessons that are wholesome and go to the spot in his remarks anent railroad equip- ment, and says many things that will be found of special value to mechanics. He also touches on the influence of rail- roads in Russia, but, probably knowing his limitations, does not attempt to Pronounce the names of any of the way- stations, nor does he cast any slurs on the quality of the spring chicken served at the refreshment station at which the Saratoga Limited of Russia doesn’t stop to up, of Kick the snow off its wheels. For further information ad- dress George H. Daniels, general passen- r agent, Grand Central station, New York city. 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Twice the Amount of Policy JOHN F. DRYDEN, President returned if you live 20 years : Write for Particulars, Dept.N THE PRUDENTIAL Insurance Company of America HOME OFFICE, Newark, N. J. THE “SOHMER” HEADS THE LIST OF THE HIGHEST GRADE PIANOS SOHMER PIANOS “Did he marry her for her money?” asked the girl in white. “Well, let's be charitable and say he did,” replied the girl in gray There's no use casting aspersions on his taste and judgment."—Chicago Post. “Norah,"" said her mistress, “I want a chicken’ smothered in onions for this evening.’ “If yez want it killed in as cruel a way as that, mem,” lied the indignant h Buildi ‘Only saleroom | kitchen maid, “yez'll hev to do it yer- Sommer Barges Wau Ser |silfi'—Chicago Tribune. 2 IF IN HASTE TAKE THE NEW YORK CENTRAL. comicbooks.com