Judge, 1903-11-21 · page 3 of 16
Judge — November 21, 1903 — page 3: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three separate satirical pieces about early 20th-century American social life: **"Her Error"** mocks a young woman who mistakenly addresses a man as "Mr. Caroo" (unclear reference), causing social embarrassment. **"A Profitable Contract"** depicts a conversation about advertising champagne and canvas-back duck, satirizing commercial contracts and product endorsements of that era. **"Gear and Gold"** features a war correspondent and Mrs. Penhecker discussing a motto and bankbook, likely satirizing wealth disparities and materialism. **"The Proper Place"** (bottom illustration) shows a domestic scene where someone presents their poetry, with humor about where literary work belongs—apparently "next to reading-matter" rather than as serious publication. These pieces target social pretension, commercial excess, and amateur literary ambitions typical of Judge's satirical approach.
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HER ERROR, se]S THIS Mr. Cazoo?” asked the fair young thing with a timid smile. * Itis,” politely said the young man with the long hair, making a courteous bow. : “Oh, Mr. Cazoo!" she exclaimed, wished to meet you, I know you will think it dreadfully improper of me to speak to you thus, but "— “ Notat all—not at all,” he smiled, shaking his hair soothingly. * Lots of girls do so, I assure you.” T have so often “Then I feel encour- aged to speak to you about your wonderful work.” “Thank you, most kind.” “Oh, I do think your efforts are sublime !” “You flatter with a heavy blush, You are me"— Indeed Idonot. Your splendid lines in * The Con- flict’ are simply grand. All our class "—— « My dear young lady, you overwhelm me. I must say I nev"-— “ And oh! that beautiful soliloquy "— Yes? That was in the last game, where I stood on the side- and talked to myself after I" “Side-lines? Why, what kind of lin “On the edge of the field, you know.” “Mercy! Aren't you Mr, Cazoo, the poet ?” “Great Scott, no! You mean that fool brother of mine, Algy. I'm Bill Cazoo, the centre-rush of the football te" But she was gone. ing champagne ? He. kinds of health-foods."* are they 2” A PROFITABLE CONTRACT. ‘Sue—'* Do you know that chap over there who is eating canvas-back duck and drink- “Certainly. That's Smithkins. He has the contract for advertising four different GEAR AND GOLD. SOLPERES a little catch for you,” said the proprietor of the grog-shop at Manila, “There's a pic ture of the ‘steenth regi- ment, and here’s my bank- book, What's the differ- ence ?” “Well,” guessed the war-correspondent, “ the boys hold up the fag, but they couldn't flag your hold-up.” jot exactly. The picture is the boys in blue and the bank-book is what the boys blew in.” HE AGREED. SOTHERE, Henry,” said Mrs. Penhecker, showing him a nice, new motto she had had hung in the dining-room, “ what do you think of that?" Mr. Penhecker studied the motto for a moment, reading it under his breath. Tt announced, “ There is no place like home.” “It is the truth,” he said gravely. “And 1 am glad of Luckily his wife misunderstood him, and she was so pleased with his remark that she let him off for the evening, and so he was able to find a whole lot of places that weren’t in the least like home. HIS FATAL ERROR. Se YOUR eyes are like mirrors,” soft and low He told the maid. Alas! How could the luckless fellow know One of her eyes was glass? THE PROPER PLACE. Eprror—"‘ Oh, yes; I'll publish your poem." Eruet—' How good of you! And in what part of your paper will you put it?" Eorror—"* Oh, I'll put it in right next to reading-matter.”” comicbooks.com