Judge, 1906-02-10 · page 3 of 16
Judge — February 10, 1906 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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This page contains a Valentine's Day-themed romantic story with illustrations rather than political satire. The narrative follows "Sly Cupid" attempting matchmaking through various romantic mishaps—shooting arrows at a dove, a swan, and attempting to hit targets with a graveyard old woman. The central illustrated scene shows a couple (labeled with character names like "Miss Elephant" and "Mr. Monk") in a domestic setting, with dialogue about declaring love and arranging a meeting at an apple-tree. The content is lighthearted romantic comedy, not political commentary. The "satire" here is gentle social humor about courtship and Valentine's Day customs—poking fun at love's complications—rather than commentary on political figures or events. The page represents Judge's broader editorial mix beyond its better-known political cartoons.
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SEY Cupid dipped his darts anew > DF Within the fount of love ; Then, just to test his bowstring true, He shot a passing dove. ‘The dove flew straightway to his mate With fond and gentle coo— And this, so knowing ones relate, Is what a dove should do. Sly Cupid saw a youthful swain With cold, indifferent e: He broke two arrows qui Before he heard a sigh. But when Saint Valentine drew near He said that it was true ‘The swain had sought a sweetheart dear, As every swain should do, Sly Cupid tried another dart Upon a graybeard old. He put the missile through his heart And clinch fast, we're told. And now, ‘tis said, the graybeard yearns A comely lass to woo— Which shows that Cupid often turns To things he should not do. LURANA ®, SHELDON, HOW, INDEED? THE poor musician "gan to cry, And this is what I heard him say, “Hully gee!” cried Cupid, unslinging his bow. «In the pre- «« How can I lay a little by vailing depression I forgot all about February fourteenth. Is it that When none will buy my little lay?” near? Why, by gravy! I haven't got the taste of Christmas out of my mouth yet.” FEBRUARY FOURTEENTH. + FE morass , eer i : : + Is that so?” said Valentine very sympathetically. + Well, you AINT VALENTINE had just arrived on a Sunbeam Special, and ‘s a Sera ; Be hee cand come along with me and we'll go in here the very frst person he ran across was Dan Cupid. and get somcihfag thet wlll iakertt oct." ++ Hello, Val!" exclaimed Cu: + Hwith treesy cordiaiivy ; Cupid cheerfully ac pid‘wnth: breezy cordiality... ° cepted the invitation, and to see you! How are you? : nigh some time later they were “Bully, Cupe, my boy “ . . q seen with their arms around sponded the saint. «How's the ¢ each other singing uproari- world using you ? ously, “Tough!” sighed Daniel. 9 | oa Baca ate “The rose is red, ++ What are you doing here ? ‘ The violet 's blue ; me old seven-and -six- Bs ? Sagat esweck and into the shop-windows and I'll lay odds that that will bring them together with a bump.” pence, yesterday, to-day, and forever. They never get over it. Anything doing in your line? Nit. ? What's the mat- “Darned if I know. Guess it must be the usual -holidays slump in rt business.” ‘ome off! Pick the flint on that bow of yours and bang away at the bunch.” “Oh, there ain't no bunch. ‘ Why not?" “Scattered. I haven't seen a pair of hearts within ‘And so are you." Two souls with but a single thought, Two hearts that beat as one, You are Ob, +6 ALTHOUGH you are a stranger to ‘me, murmured Adam on behold ing Eve, “permit. me to state that you are a peach,” ank you kindly, sir,” blushed Eve. “Would you think me presumptuous if I requested you to meet me at the ap. ple-tree this evening ?” “A peach and an ap- hooting distance for ages." ae naa veas * LOVE WORKS WONDERS, YOU KNOW. ple make a pear. do they 1s) ~ sae mee ak Miss Eueruant (coylyi—"L am afraid you are a tervble flirt, Mr Monk” not 2" giggled Eve. is it? eM. you just wall Mr. Monx—** I declare on my honor that there is still room for you in my heart, This was the first date; till [get my stuff unpacked Miss Elephant.” comicbooks.com