Judge, 1906-02-03 · page 4 of 16
Judge — February 3, 1906 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century Judge magazine: **"Why the Elopement Was Postponed"** features an anthropomorphic ant character, likely making light of romantic complications through animal humor—a common Judge format. **"Judge's Favorites"** appears to be a humorous poem mocking someone named "Fritzi Schepp" and references to changing names and making people laugh, suggesting commentary on a public figure (possibly an entertainer), though the specific individual is unclear without additional context. **"Auto-Mania"** uses an asylum setting to satirize the era's growing automobile obsession, with asylum attendants explaining that patients are "under the beds, filing the slats"—implying people are so obsessed with cars they've lost their minds. The page exemplifies Judge's blend of social satire, wordplay, and illustrated humor targeting contemporary American trends and personalities.
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HIS THOUGHTS AND HERS. WHEN TIP MORGAN WAS IN COMMAND. HIS. SHE is beautiful! I almost wish she were as plain as Susan de Peyster and the rest of them. Then she might give mea thought. I dare say she won't remember me at all; and when she gets my invita- tion—I wonder why Tip Morgan suggested her name to me?—she'll pucker up that fair forehead of hers and wonder who ** Al- bert Cutting “is. Or if she happens to rec- ollect me it will be only as ++ that man I met at Edith Sayles’s euchre-party—the one with the horrid red hair!” What's the use? She never will look at me. Her own locks are such a delicious shade of golden brown. I'm an idiot to dream for a moment that she'll accept—a worse idiot to ask her at all! I shouldn't if it hadn't been for Tip Mor- an. But IT must risk it JUDGE'S FAVORITES. now. I'm always getting FRITZ ScHerF AS © firt”* in “mute. MODISTE,"" AT THE KNICKERBOCKER THEATRE. always was a fool! Oh, Fifi! surely never comic part Was written that’s beyond your art. HERS. Your charm 's as various as can be, As changeable as your name. Just A note for tee: me! Oh, I won- Fee-fee, fee-fi, Fif-i, Fif-fee, Fif-fi, Fife-i, Fi-fi, Fe-fee, der if it can be— ang even'that is not one-half but,no. Ofcourse The various ways you make us laugh. it’s from that stu- pid Ned Rogers—it isn't! Oh, it és from him! May he have the + pleasure" of accompanying me ‘to the Wi ELOBEMENE WAS POSTPONED Maying party which is to be given by Miss Morgan on next Tuesday? Well, | rather guess! To think it Atcernon Lichtwino—"* What! you refuse to fly with me?” Gwenpotyn Gauze—"* No, Algy, dear: I cannot. I've got rheumatism in my wings.” myself into a scrape—I Als pesiney should come just when I was hoping—and I hadn’t the slightest reason to expect the least mite of attention FINNIGIN FILOSOFIZES. from him—him of all others! Such a distinguished-looking man ! Y-es; [ suppose his hair is undeniably red—just what I've always made fun of! But it doesn’t look on him as it would on any other fellow. It isn'ta fiery red; only a kind of dark auburn, It’s lovely, any way! It sets off his complexion beautifully. Dear me! I wish I F SOME people had inny sinse av humor they'd die laughin’ at thim- silves. Whin yez feel thot yez are all roight yez should prepare yersilf t" resave later an’ conthradictory rethurns, ANOTHER HERO. THE mrems on the hero Have pretty much been done ; On Constantine and Nero, Lincoln and Washington ; On Cicero and Cxesar, And men of modern time— Yea, every sort of geezer Has had his share of rhyme. ‘Twould seem there's nothing more to Immortalize ; 'twould seem There's none to sing of, nor to Give up a goodly theme. The man behind the gun, too, I The man bebind the times, ¥ i i aa ee Have both, I think, been done to Death in these easy rhymes. it T do not like to boast ; things Like this are nothing much ; And writing verse on most things Lacks true poetic touch. But through this spinning globe a. ‘These men seem stale and flat But him who knows a snowball Is near his new silk hat. FRANKLIN P, ADAMS. AUTO-MANIA. Vib veontribaiiona “corrupt Asrium attenpant—"' This is our new ward for people afflicted with violent auto-mania.”* E 4 P Visrino puvsician—"* Where are they? I don't see them.” good editors. AsyLum aTtexpant—"' Oh, they're all under the beds, fixing the slats.”