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The top illustration depicts a fanciful, composite portrait of George Washington's headquarters—a whimsical architectural mashup combining a windmill, church steeple, log cabin, water wheel, and various colonial structures. This appears to be satirical commentary on the Revolutionary War period rather than serious political satire. Below are three separate humorous domestic sketches: "Song of the New Times," "Neighborly Mr. Whiggens," and "Altered," featuring ordinary people in everyday situations. The "Whiggens" story involves a husband avoiding his wife by staying out late. The bottom section, "Our Favorite Emblem," is a sentimental poem about spring imagery and renewal—typical light, moralistic content common to Judge magazine. This page mixes historical whimsy with genteel domestic humor rather than sharp political commentary.

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A GRAND COMPOSITE PORTRAIT OF THE MULTITUDINOUS WASHINGTON HEADQUARTERS. A SONG OF THE NEW TIMES. FRY "s changed, good people—dat's de way dey tell de tale— Sence Jonah, fall by de whale. in de sea, wuz swallered De Jonahs ob de present—oh, dey wouldn't go laik dat; “Dey'd ride de whale t r market en sell him fo! his fat. De country 's changdd, good people, fum de of amazin’ grace, p Joshua in tle tol” de sun ter keep his place. De dark wuz comin’ on him, en he had ter win De country "s changed, good peuple, sence de halleluia da; Dey ain't no whale kin ketch us, en we go de lightnin’s way ! En we know so much ‘bout heaben—w'en we climb de glory-wall We'll walk right in en holler, Hi! good-mawnin’ ter yo" NEIGHBORLY MR. WHIGGENS. RS. Nippy frowned a little. “+1 don’t like to go without you, "she said; «but Bernhardt may never play here again— and you've bought the seats and all “It’s too bad,” Mr. Nippy answered ; © but there's no way out I've simply got to stay home to look over those proofs to-night. There's of it. Why not ask one of the neighbor women to go with you? Mrs. Whiggens, for instance.” + believe I'll ask her,” said Mrs. Nippy. Mrs. Whiggens was delighted to go, At eight o'clock the house was still and Nippy was up to his ears in work. The door-bell rang. Whiggens stood outside. “Hello, Nippy !" he said, «+The women seem to have deserted us to-night, so I thought I'd run in and spend the evening with you.” WASHINGTON’S LITTLE JEST. DELEGATION of Bostonians called on General Washington and informed him that the British had left Boston, + And we understand,” concluded the spokesman, ** that General Howe has gone to Halifax. + Rather an abrupt assertion,” replied Washington, adding, with a sly twinkle, ++ But beans Howe he’s gone we'll enter Boston.” ALTERED. YOR DUNNE of Chicago is not without witty moments between worries over traction matters and an incompetent police-force. ntly visited a strange barber-shop, where the barber, failing to recognize him, was very talkative. “Have you ever been here before ?" «Once, + Strange I don’t recall your face, “Not at all,” replied the mayor. healed. He rec he asked. said the mayor. * said the barber. “It altered greatly as it OUR FAVORITE EMBLEM. WHEN vernal spring comes on apace you see strewn ‘round with pictured grace Cherubic figures clothed with air—stark-naked babies everywhere. altogether babes are seen, d everything. nice and warm, Tn every book and magazine these Symbolic of the gentle spring and youth and lif Comes June ; and then Dan Cupid's form, dressed up in sunshi Appears with bow and quiver dight, equipped for Love's resistless fight Then, through the seasons. every time the merry wedding joy-bells chime, This duds-less sprite bbs up again with cheeks defying blushes’ stain, When New Year dawns across the world and Hope's bright banner 's new-un- furled, ‘The old year 's represented by a stiff old “spinach” far from spry, While he whose birth we gladly hail is always pictured, without fail, As some poor shirtless, chubby child with form and features undefiled. And when Saint Val with verse and quip fares by upon his annual trip His lackey ever, as we know. is he who. or in frost or snow— Be weather fair or weather foul, be zephyrs soft or gales a-howl— Wears not a stitch behind, Lefure—a naked baby-form once more. STRICKLAND W, GILLILA, comicbooks.com