Judge, 1902-11-01 · page 2 of 16
Judge — November 1, 1902 — page 2: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
The main cartoon, titled "Too Realistic," depicts a clothing shop scene. A customer complains that a suit claimed to be "iron" is getting rusty already. The clothier responds "Well, didn't it?" — the joke being that iron inevitably rusts, so the suit's poor quality literally matches its advertised material. The surrounding editorial content includes commentary on Boston politics, baseball umpires, academic course reductions at universities, a David Bennett Hill political celebration, chrysanthemums, and a German scientist's discovery about ink microbes affecting literary output. These appear to be typical Judge magazine satirical pieces from the late 19th or early 20th century, mixing political observation, social commentary, and wordplay humor for educated readers. The specific political references and figures remain unclear without additional historical context.
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AT THE JUDGE BUILDING, 210 FIFTH AVENUE, NEW YORK. Terms to Subscribers. UNITED STATES AND CAMADA IN ADVANCE. One copy, one year, or sa numbers = = One copy sin dante of ob mamers = “kgs Obs Spy fo ties week ixluding the Consstoeas JuDce. FOREIGN SUBSCRIPTIONS—To all foreign countries in the postal union, 5.00 a year. Westean Orrice—#28-829 Marquette Building, Chicage ny, Bream’s building, Cha LT Gaarkech's are tichangee ternational mews 6 nue de ¢ Opera, Pe Jane, Mains, HERE is a pretty howdy-do In Boston town to-<day— The baked-bean crop of 1902 Is not on top, they say. And Boston won't be paradise By any blooming means When failure jumps the market-price Upon the beansy beans. No more the pig in wild delight Will blissfully uncork His pride of price, as beans are quite As high as any pork. The Hubsy man will hardly ride The crested wave of joy And gloom and glance and slip and slide As when he was a boy When Boston, quite a beanless town, Makes sad the dairy fiend, And lovely old St. Bot 's cast down And totally unbeaned, Our spirit keenest sorrow fills— We know just what it means When Boston, on her many hills, Has not a hill of beans. [devs peer ‘THE FLOWERS that run up strings are now, so to speak, completely unstrung. eae THE POLITICAL POT will shortly boil, no matter how closely it may be watched. THE age of fable ’s past and in the wake Of this, the grand fantastic age of fake. THE BASEBALL UMPIRE is now as happy as a coal-king when he realizes that the winds are beginning to bite, and that as soon ts he pleases he may cast off his airy armorial undertogs of iodoform gauze. E!THER way itisn’t sunny, Though you sing with all your soul, “ Buying coal is burning money; Burning money ’s buying coal.”” [7 HAS been proposed to reduce the academic course at several universi- ties from four years to two. If this change should ever be adopted it may be pretty hard on the professional baseball clubs, whose ranks are so frequently recruited from these seats of learning. eee Davio BENNETT HILL has a large nickel-plated laugh up his formulated to celebrate the fate which he knows will be Coler’s. should remember, however, that 1904 is only two years away, and that, if his apple-cart should not be upset in the convention, Coler will laugh last. Furthermore, it may be said of Hill, without fear of contradiction, that there is method in his gladness. ee THE CHRYSANTHEMUM really belongs about as much to the game of football as the tiger-lily belongs to the game of Tammany politics. The curly cabbage, with all due respect, would be a more appropriate floral consort for this most strenuous of all strenuous games. The chrysanthe- mum would be about the thing for the game of croquet if it would only qualify by indulging in a hair-cut, that it might look less like a handful of pendulous sauerkraut. wee A GERMAN SCIENTIST has just discovered that there is an ink microbe that affects literary people to the extent of causing them to yearn for gore. The ink microbe may, therefore, be of great assistance to the writer of thin or impoverished imagination. It might be well, in order to make their matter harmless, for the writers of the stuff that is vora- ciously enjoyed by the merry matinée maid to boil the ink before writing and thus destroy the gore microbe in the same way that the Tammany microbe is destroyed by the Republican housekeeper. TOO REALISTIC. Customer—" You said this sult would wear like tron.”* Cromer: "Well, didn’t it?"" Customer—" Too much so. It's getting rusty already."” comicbooks.com