Judge, 1904-04-16 · page 4 of 16
Judge — April 16, 1904 — page 4: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
**"The New Sleep-Promoter"** (left) is a humorous poem advocating electricity as a cure for insomnia. It suggests using electrical current through the brain to induce sleep—a satirical jab at late-19th/early-20th-century pseudo-scientific medical devices that promised miraculous cures. **"Terpsichorean Stanches"** (right) is an illustration accompanying a brief comic dialogue titled "Was She in Danger?" The sketch depicts a woman at a dressing table, while the joke plays on a husband's misunderstanding—he confuses a sewing pattern for a "map of the war in Manchuria," suggesting he's distracted or inattentive. The Russo-Japanese War (1904-05) provides the historical reference point for contemporary readers' amusement at this domestic misfire.
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‘THE NEW SLEEP- PROMOTER. ere ~ regret Sa SI ce ject is as mach restored and refreshed as if he had slept all night—Archange paper.) UR age is fast (that's its mistake); We all keep too much wide- awake Something to make life's perce slow This sleepless world would like to know. Therefore it’s well to learn tu It's this: To carry where we go Sleep’s new-found, soothing dy- namo. When stocks go up, or else godown, Or “strikes prevail throughout the town, And weary us in mind and brain, We cannot rest, and suffer pain, But here comes science to our aid ‘To help the hurts from toil and trade; Its milliamperes thrill us through Each cell till we're as good as new. When sermons do not dozy keep, Bat fail to put the pews to sleep, Just touch this marvelous dynamo, And off te slumberland they go. Our fellow-creature, called “the bore,” Who meets us daily more and more, This instrument should from us keep ly rarely intermitted sleep. For while he has his own full wa His presence causes dire dismay And, whether large or small, his brain Inflicts upon us tiresome pain. Oh, there are things more than we know Just longing for this dynamo— Plagues that its power should make surcease: And give us all good health and peace. JORL mextox APPROPRIATE. S6\JHAT are you doing ?” W asks the husband, watching his wife snipping into some goods with her scis- sors. “Cutting out my spring suit.” He laughs merrily at her. “Good joke on you,” he says. “You have mistaken a map of the war in Manchuria for the pattern.” “Tt will not make so much difference,” she smiles, putting ie some more pins in her mouth. is “It is to have a Russian-blouse Fee ear aie effect.” * But—er—I feel just like screaming, anyway.”” WAS SHE IN DANGER? comicbooks.com