Judge, 1904-06-18 · page 4 of 18
Judge — June 18, 1904 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three satirical pieces from an early 20th-century American magazine: **"Willie Backbay's Confession"** (top): A poem mocking an upper-class young man ("Willie Backbay") who brags about his adventurous travels and romantic escapades while smoking and posturing. The satire targets wealthy idle youth and their pretentious affectations. **"Judge's Favorites"** and **"Nowadays"**: Brief comic sketches poking fun at social changes—one references a woman's dismissal of outdated lace for practical uses, and another satirizes how summer resort dynamics have shifted, with men no longer monopolizing attention at vacation spots. **"To Boot"** and **"It Worked All Right"**: Short humorous dialogues about rural life and the introduction of modern conveniences (the "free public library"), suggesting satirical commentary on rural modernization and changing social customs. The overall tone mocks class pretension, changing gender roles, and rural-urban cultural shifts.
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JUDGE'S FAVORITES. GRACE CAMERON IN‘ PIF, PAFP, POUF.”” When you sing of Dotty Dimple when she made the howling hit, In your gay and frisky manner, while you pirouette and flit, We are certain you are sweeter than sweet Dotty was when she Made the hit that was a triumph and a gilt-edged victoree. NOWADAYS. 46]T USED to be,” moaned the only man at the summer resort, “that a fellow in my posi- tion would be envied. All the girls would flock about him and he would enjoy immense popu- larity.” Here he sighs again and looks disconsolately across the sand. “But, alas !” he continues, “all the women have gone to the rival hotel, which got in its work by advertising special rates to men only before the season opened.” WILLIE BACKBAY’S CONFESSION. [ LOPE on the fagstone at morning and night And peddle the Mews with a grin of delight ; T yell of great battles that never were fought, And all my big pack in a jiffy is bought. I shout like a war-painted Indian, you bet, And smoke, while I'm shouting, the gay cigarette, And whirl in my flight like a dervish of song, Until my staccato is heard in Hong-Kong. And then when my coins in the twilight T count The charger of rapture instanter I mount And glide to my chateau upon the Back bay, And fancy I lounge on the sward in Cathay, And that's why I'm ever alert and elate, While dancing and snapping my fingers at fate, And filling the ambient zephyr apace With news of the battles that never took place. A USE FOR EVERYTHING. +4NO." says the woman ; «Iwill not use this lace for window-drapery. ‘The pattern is so large that anybody can see right through it. Iwill have it made into a shirt-waist.” TO BOOT. Reusen—" Yew say thet yer maw likes me, Cynthy? Haow ‘bout father? Ef yew an'I got married dew yew think he'd throw an old boot at me fer luck ?"* Crwttia—" Yes, Rube: but more'n likely his foot would be in the boot."* Re fan <r ID Sanh DN Cae IT WORKED ALL RIGHT. Farmer Greene (of Moose Meadow)—'' Ya-as. we uset tew be troubled with hoboes considerable, but they give this town a wide berth now.’* Visitor—" How did you work it?” Farmer Greene—" Wa-al, ‘we abolished th’ free public library an’ got th’ young ladies’ cookin’-school tew dew all th’ cookin’ fer th’ jail.”* comicbooks.com