Judge, 1903-03-14 · page 10 of 16
Judge — March 14, 1903 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several distinct satirical pieces: **"Refinement of Torture"** (top): A Faustian joke where Mephisto torments a wealthy lady in Hell not with fire but with refined psychological torture—luxurious surroundings paired with the absence of basic grooming supplies (combs, brushes, hairpins). The satire targets vanity and the anxieties of upper-class women about appearance. **"An Awful Exposure"** (middle left): Mocks a fashionable man ("Cholly") whose pretentious stroll is undone when wind reveals he's still engaging in "bachelor marketing"—apparently shabby or undignified behavior beneath his social pretensions. **"How the Artist Got His Sitting"** (bottom): A four-panel comic about an artist struggling to photograph a dog. The punchline shows he finally succeeds by having a cat chase the dog, creating the desired action shot. It's simple visual humor about persistence and problem-solving. **"The Rules of the Game"** (right): Satirizes a senator's need for linguistic coaching—he must say "public press" instead of "newspapers" to sound more dignified, mocking political affectation and image management.
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REFINEMENT OF TORTURE. EPHISTO took evident pleasure in welcoming the wraith of the lady. “Tt is not ofte in our domain.” The lady bowed her thanks, but sniffed somewhat at the sulphur per- fume. “It shall be abated,” asserted Mephisto. The lady furthermore objected to the heat, saying that her hair lost its curl. The hres were banked. Soon she asked to be shown to her apart- ment. She could scarcely express her delight at the gem of a room which was hers. Damask hangings, satin draperies, jeweled bijouterie, ornate furniture—all lent an air of extreme elegance to the place. Being assured that all was perfectly satisfactory, Mephisto bowed him- self out, but lingered in the hallway with a mysterious grin darkening his features. Soon she opened the door and said, “Lfind plenty of mirrors here, but no combs, brushes, or hairpins.” he smiled, * that we must entertain one of your sex Cholly was cutting quite a dash along the avenue until— Artist—"" This is the third time I've tried to get this dog's picture. | hope I will get a good sitting this time. AN AWFUL EXPOSURE. ‘an unfriendly gust of wind disclosed the fact that he was doing some bachelor market ILLUSTRATED SLANG. “Doing a stunt.” “True,” answered Mephisto. “There is none in the place.” Soon Dante was gathering material for an- other chapter, for a wildly-distracted and dishev- cled female was to be seen tearing her hair and beating her bosom—and holding a switch in her hand. THE RULES OF THE GAME, S+GENATOR, senator !" we protested. “What's the matter now some natural asperity ?" he asked with “You speak of the newspapers” “Well, what's the matter with them 2” “You must say always ‘the public press”; never * the newspapers.”” Again ‘he accepted onr advice, for he knew that we desired his success in his new career. Car (in the window) morning. “The boss seems to have forgotten my milk this VU just remind him. 4 ‘ 3. Doo—" Gee whiz! Here's sport!" HOW THE ARTIST GOT HIS SITTING. 4. The artist gets a sitting. comicbooks.com