Judge, 1906-06-23 · page 7 of 16
Judge — June 23, 1906 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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The top cartoon mocks Irish poverty through ethnic stereotype. Mr. Flynn is pawning his stove to buy food to cook on it—a circular logic joke highlighting desperate poverty. "Moike" and phonetic Irish dialect ("phat," "yez," "fule") typify Judge's use of exaggerated Irish-immigrant caricature, common in late 19th-century American satire that portrayed Irish as poor and foolish. The page also includes "The Diary of Julius" (satirizing Roman history/corruption), "Musings of a Married Misanthrope" (cynical observations on marriage and women's materialism), and "Quieting Her Fears" (mocking courtship where a woman claims disinterest in beauty while obviously caring only about it). These pieces reflect Judge's satirical attacks on marriage, divorce costs, and women's vanity—typical of the magazine's gender politics.
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JZ Y S y ZA Ze Y 7 AZ HUN yy Le Vi iy ile Uy — dp ‘7 = AN IRISH STEW. Mrs. Fiywn—'‘ An’ phat are yez carrying aff th’ shtove fer, Moike?” Mr. FurxN—"'Ol'm goin’ t" hock ut, s0°s t" buy something t’ cook on ut, ye fule!"* ‘THE DIARY OF JULIUS. (Being certain fragments dug upfrom bencath the ruins of the ancient Reman forum.) ~ Januarius 15th. S I was walking along the street near the Porta Desgrossius this morning I met my old friend Spurius Bogus. His face wore the look of a hired mourner and his mouth hung down at the corners, “Hello, Spurius!" said I. «Wherefore the look ?” As his eyes fell upon me they filled up with tears. He grasped my hand, and for a moment his utter- ance was choked by hard, dry sobs. «Jule, he sobbed at last, ++ I'm up against it “What is it?" I asked, grow- ing cold with horror. ‘Has there been a meeting of the insurance commis- sion?” ‘Worse than that «The papers are onto me.” I gasped. «Why don’t you resign ?”” I whispered with white lips. “Tcan't!" moaned the poor wretch. ‘The commission has al- ready done it for me.” Mechanically we went in and ordered two chalices of the same. ‘At any rate," I said, as I felt the comforting glow follow the first drink, “you have three years’ salary banked.” “Yes,” gulped Spurius Bogus ; «but next year I was going to raise my salary to seven million sestertii and then buy the Campagna and turn it into a private golf-links and hire Nero for my valet. But now—no' Human nature could no longer witness such sorrow. Silently I turned and left the place, leaving my poor friend alone with his misery. towsit orvs nexse, he groaned. MUSINGS OF A MARRIED MISANTHROPE. OVE at first sight is usually an optical illusion. Marriage on a small salary is one sort of a labor union. The Lord created women and women created fashion-plates. Some weddings can be explained on the theory that misery loves company. Wives like an indulgent husband, but not the kind that indulges too much, Fools and women pushing baby-carriages will rush where angels fear to tread. Man is a creature of circumstances and his wife is a creature of his circumstances. The bargain advertisements to women are something like the + dope-sheet ” to men. Women may be angels, but the husband who neglects his wife may soon find out that angels have wings. A weak woman can weep herself into privileges that her square- jawed sister couldn't demand with an axe. Here ‘s rank injustice : It only costs three dollars to get married, and it costs $300 to secure a divorce afterward, Talk about our self-made men! How about our home-made women who use pneumatic pads and upholstery? rerax ray suevun. QUIETING HER FEARS, 64 ]F could only be sure,” sighs the girl, «that you are not merely infatuated with my—with my beauty !” «Listen, Gladys?” earnestly pleads the young man. ‘I love you because you have a noble nature and a pure young heart. Not only that, but what weighs ‘more than all.else with me is that your intelli- gence is so much higher than that of the ordinary woman. I feel that in you I have found my equal in intellect; that both of us have the same high aspirations ; that we are akin in ambition and aim, and that it is these qualities which make us affinities. Out upon these purblind men who can see no charm in a woman unless she have the vanishing attribute of mere beauty! No; to me you are "—— «+: But,” she interrupts hastily, ‘you do think I am pretty, don’t you?” comicbooks.com