Judge, 1904-11-19 · page 4 of 16
Judge — November 19, 1904 — page 4: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page appears to be from an early 20th-century issue of Judge magazine, containing short fiction and humorous illustrations rather than political cartoons. The main content includes: - **"Judge's Favorites"**: A theatrical piece titled "Highest-Pitched" featuring character Anna Held, likely referencing the popular stage actress of that era. - **Short stories** with titles like "A Query" (featuring dialogue about Broadway and Manhattan) and "Where the Nights Are Six Months Long" (an Greenland-set narrative). - **Accompanying comic illustrations** showing slapstick humor: a man attempting to crack open a trunk, characters in exaggerated physical situations. The humor is primarily **situational comedy and wordplay** rather than political satire. The page demonstrates Judge's focus on entertainment, theater references, and physical comedy for its readership.
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JUDGE'S FAVORITES. ANMA HELD IN ‘* HIGGLEDY-PicGLeDY.”* “ Higgledy-Piggledy "’ Is the thing That hits the festive season, And you're the star upon the wing That Is the rosy reason For Its existence; or, if, elate, You so prefer, its raison d'etre. WILLING SPIRIT, WEAK FLESH. THE little woman placed her hands on her hus- band’s shoulders and looked at him, her soul in her eyes. “There isn’t anything you would not attempt for me, is there, Henry ?” she asked. “Nothing,” said Henry, his mouth shutting resolutely. “You would even risk death for me, wouldn't you?" “T would, and gladly !" «Then, dear, please go down in the basement and discharge the cook.” But Henry's face paled and his knees trembled, for he realized that he had spoken rashly. A QUERY. [MVERV modest—would not hint At any merit in my verse ; But when I see the things they print T sadly ask, ‘*Can mine be worse?” Manhattan— 1 hear there is to be another prize-fight soon.” Broadway— Oh, 1 guess not. It will probably blow over.” 2 Hl crack itl" NECESSARY DELAY. 66 ENTLEMEN!" G exclaimed Ma- jor Bludgood, ad- dressing the mob, “let us not be hasty in this matter. It is true the nigger deserves lynch- ing, but let us have patience for a few days, Remember I am the passenger- agent for the Lynch- ville road, and must have time to properly advertise the thing and put on excursion- trains.” GLIMPSES OF GEHENNA, “ee HAT'S thatin- WwW strument up- on your desk?” I asked old Nick when I dreamed that I had gone below to call upon him “That,” said he, “is a powerful micro- scope. «« What in the mid- dle of the world do you want of a micro- scope 2” I asked him. “Thave to use it every ten years,” he said, “when I take WHERE THE NIGHTS ARE SIX MONTHS LONG. the Tophet census, I Motner—"' Yes, Bobby; in Greenland the nights are six months never could count up !P8. Bossy—‘'| don’t want to live there on Christmas eve. Think of the souls without it. having to walt six months before | could get upan’ look at my stocking!"* HE DIDN'T CRACK IT. I've got a lot down here so small that I can't see them with the naked eye.” He picked up what seemed to be a speck of soot with a pair of delicate nip- pers and held it beneath the object-glass for me to see. It wriggled frantically, but I had a fair look at it. “ Whose soul is that?” I asked. “Read. the word upon its cap,” said he. I looked again, and, such was the power of the lens, I easily deciphered the tiny lettering. The word was “janitor.” [UNEXPECTED personal prominence dims many a well-kept halo. 3. But the trunk had seen better days. comicbooks.com