Judge, 1903-06-06 · page 6 of 16
Judge — June 6, 1903 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several satirical pieces typical of Judge's late 19th/early 20th-century humor: **"A Ballade of Cherries"** is a whimsical poem expressing preference for cherry pie over other preparations—purely light domestic humor with no political content. **The cartoon vignettes** mock various social types through exaggerated caricature: - "The Unlucky One" jokes about Friday marriage superstitions - "Must Not Go Too Far" satirizes theatrical actors imposing excessive audience restrictions - "The Light That Failed" mocks a religious convert who hasn't actually reformed morally - "Of Course" presents a Kentucky colonel euphemizing a man's violent death ("boots on") - "Considerably Changed" jokes about a woman's appearance changing after marriage **The bottom panel**, "The Proper Properties for the Would-Be Comic Artist," shows four ethnic/national caricatures (John Bull, "The Anarchist," and "Our Celtic Cousin") as stereotypical character types for cartoonists to employ—reflecting the period's casual, offensive reliance on ethnic stereotyping for comedy. The page is primarily entertainment rather than political commentary.
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A BALLADE OF CHERRIES, ————————TITH shreds of fruit upon his bill A robin takes his saucy ease Upon my sunny window-sill ‘And seems to say, ‘What days are these!” The whole blithe household ‘s in the trees, Sir Oxheart’s new, rare wine to try. I scorn al fresco gluttonies— Give me my cherries in a pie. Preserves that darkened pantries fill, And jam in crystal treasuries— Call these delicious, if you will, And turn on them your surest keys. Ishall not mind. “Tarts may appease An eager longing by-and-by ; But while they swing in June's soft breeze, Give me my cherries in a pie. Sweet as nectarean drops that spill From clover-blossums for the bees ‘Are those strong waters they distill From cherries far away o'er seas. Quaff maraschino to the lees, And sip your kirsch with spirits high, {To quench my thirst I'd biave you please Give me my cherries in a pie. - ee eEG eae es A MATTER OF CHOICE. Nay, tempt me not, I beg, Cerise! Tue cur—" Wow! I don't know what it is fastened to my tail, (I'll be consistent if I die), but gimme a tin can any old time." Your lips! Take them away, you tease! Give me my cherries in a pie. MUST NOT GO TOO FAR. EDWARD W. BARNARD. se] BELIEVE,” said the eminent actor, “that I shall inaugurate a regulation at my performances by which no person who comes in after the play has begun may take his seat until the close of the first act. What do you think of that plan?” “It may work all right,” said the candid friend, “so long as you do not amplify it and try to compel your audiences to stay in their seats until the close of the play.” THE LIGHT THAT FAILED. Abe Casar (a new recruit)—" Yes, brudders an’ sistahs, I's” lef’ de serbice ob ole Satan. I's now a bright an’ shinin’ light on de Lawd's side.” Skeptical listener (in back seat)— “Den pay me back dat fo'r dollahs yo" owe me, ‘less yo'r no bettah dan a dahk- lantern.” OF COURSE. ‘LTE DIED very suddenly 2" asked the widow with a note of sus- picion in her voice.“ Did he die a nat- ural death ?” “ Cuht'nly, madam,” replied the gal- lant Kentucky colonel who had broken the news. “ With his boots on, madam.” CONSIDERABLY CHANGED. s¢BUT you once said that I was the THE UNLUCKY ONE. : eee of oer eyes she outed. Jones—"' This talk about Friday being unlucky is all nonsense. My wife accepted me on a Friday.” Maybe,” he responded ; «" but you ‘Sutrrn—" But how about your wife?” have been evaporated.” 1, THE PROPER PROPERTIES FOR THE WOULD-BE COMIC ARTIST. John Bull, ‘The anarchist. Our Celtic cousin. comicbooks.com