Judge, 1902-10-11 · page 2 of 16
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This page contains satirical commentary on early 20th-century American society and politics. The text critiques various social trends: "ultra weekism" (excessive leisure), silk production methods, charity's hypocrisy regarding Bryanism (likely referring to William Jennings Bryan's populist politics), and the need for restrictive gaming laws. The bottom cartoon titled "How It Happened" depicts a motor car accident with two chauffeurs. The joke plays on the emerging automobile culture and class distinctions—one wealthy passenger's chauffeur hits a pedestrian, and the drivers discuss whether the car or person was damaged. This satirizes the carelessness of wealthy motorists and their servants' priorities: protecting expensive machines over human welfare—a common Judge theme mocking industrial-age callousness and class indifference.
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AT THE JUDGE BUILDING, 110 FIFTH AVENUE, NEW YORK. Terms to Subscribers. UNITED STATES AND CANADA IN ADVANCE. ve copy, one yea, or 32 numbers. #500 ‘One copy, six months, of 26 numbers = “ago ‘One cop, or threes wesks 435 joding the Cnaistoas Juoce. FOREIGN SUBSCRIPTIONS—To all foreign countries in the postal union, $5.00 a year. Wasrasn Orrcn—#24-$20 Marge Doing, cern Bream’ beilding, Chancery lane rhach's mews exchance, Mains, ps and Great Britais, descriptive letter pon a separate sil fo insure sate and pro: ps te he Yl imouat of postage is also required, yt accepted. HE summer drink, whose consort is a straw, Has quite dissolved and vanished from the scene; No more we scent its leaves of shining green, A blissful balm that fancy loves to gnaw. Not soon from that decoction may we draw The solace that our vision makes serene, As old St. Botolph’s when the pork and bean He fondly woos with knife and fork and jaw. Next summer we will gaze upon that brew Which now we see while looking fondly back. One gilds the future, one the past, methinks, And slow will pass the weary moons, though fe That constitute the time, alas, alack !— The long, long time between these luscious drinks. NOW IS the accepted time for the enterprising, up-to- date actress to have her coal stolen, 'HE LEAVES of Vallombrosa added to the authors of “ Beautiful Snow” would scarcely equal in num- ber the aspirants for the Democratic nomination for governor in New York state. It is believed by con- servative prophets that when the race has been run the said aspirants will he far enough behind to cause the casual observer to fancy that they are members of the New York baseball club. [UNFRACTURED and unbatted And sound of wind and limb, Fur-coated and high-hatted, Observe the umpire skim. Oh, see him frisk and frolic, A leaf in fancy’s storm, And shout, “* No more carbolic, No more iodoform !” HE LATEST addition to the phraseology of ultra swelldom is * horse- less-carriage people.” Pe N°’ IF CHARITY should undertake to cover the sins of Bryanism it might discover that it is not quite so good at a stretch as it fondly fancies it is. RHAPS the reason that money makes the mi generously supplied with wings. go is that it is so W THAT SILK is made without worms, let us indulge the fond hope that ere long cheese may be made in the sarie manner. IM JOHNSON’S presidential aspirations having been indorsed by Mr. Bryan, the question which naturally arises is, is this a send-off or a set-back? WHAT the country really needs at present in the way of a game law is one that will restrict the playing of ping-pong to not more than two moons of the twelve. HE POLITICAL ORATOR, to be an artistic as well as a business success, should be more or less of a master of phrase, and should there- fore give some attention to his syntax and not train entirely for his wind. IO MORE the woodbine capers up the plinth And lures and wakes the bumble’s fondest buzz; No more we note the bow-wow in his muzz~ Le, like a comet clear the hyacinth, Which by a long shot ’s not the terebinth ; No more the thistle sheds its festive fuzz, And how to reap an overcoat ’s the puzz- Ling thing to him that in a labyrinth Of dreams beneath the skies, a leaden sea, Muses and wanders by the murky mere, That's dimpled by the zephyr cool and crisp, And murmurs low, * Alas, alack! Ah, me!”” The while athwart the shadows weird and drear He notes the flitting William of the wisp. HOW IT H. reat Scott! what alls you?” Finst CHAUFFEUR: ‘Seconp cuaurreut |APPENED. “| ran over a man yesterday and then stopped to see if it had injured the machine.” comicbooks;com