Judge, 1907-01-19 · page 3 of 16
Judge — January 19, 1907 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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This page from the satirical magazine **Judge** contains several humorous pieces rather than a unified political cartoon. The main illustration titled "SATISFIED" depicts a street scene where a driver addresses an elderly woman, joking about her age in patronizing terms—typical of early 20th-century humor about aging. "THE POET'S SEVEN AGES" is a lengthy poem satirizing life stages, likely referencing Shakespeare's "Seven Ages of Man" but applying it to contemporary urban society and social types. Other sections include light domestic humor pieces like "LISTEN TO PAPA!" and "THE SMILE THAT MAKES TEARS"—examples of genteel family comedy common to the era. The content reflects *Judge*'s formula: mixing social observation, gentle domestic satire, and whimsical verse rather than sharp political commentary. No specific political figures or events appear prominently on this page.
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SAINT AGNES’ EVE. LD wives would have us all believe That if, upon Saint Agnes’ Eve, A maiden pure and sweet and fair Shall, supperless, tB bed repair, Bright dreams of bliss and dear delight Will fill the stretches of the night, And visions of a husband's face, With tender love, her couch will grace. Howe'er it be, I'm very sure That if a maiden sweet and pure, To-night, or on St. Agnes’ Eve, Will but with faith my words receive, If, brimming o'er with fond desire, She ‘Il, fasting, to her room retire, And then, without a look behind, Each thought of care swept from her mind, Consult her glass, there, true to life, She'll see her future husband's wife. J. FORSYTH SMITH. THE LAST STRAW. s4\VAN MILLYUN is completely ruined finan- cially. He was even compelled to sell his automobile.” «Umph! Hasn't a scent left, eh 2” A HOME-MADE PRESCRIPTION, THE following prescription was handed to a New York druggist. It was evidently home- made. 4 pint of Mulchum Cod liver Oil % pint of the best Rie whiske 1 oz of Wintergreen Esences 2.2 of Gliserine I beg your pardon.” mix thorley and take a dersert spoonful twise a day. SATISFIED. Driver—'*That hoss too old? Why, bless yer koind heart, lady! he ain't a day older'n | am, an’ | ain't but fifty-one.” Ot taoy—" Dear me! you don't say so! THE POET'S SEVEN AGES. THE EDITORIAL “1” MISPLACED, LL the world 's a rhyme-shop, HE Milwaukee society editor who wrote that the rooms were All the men and women merely jinglers. tastefully decorated with sprays of salvia” hasn't been seen since ‘They have their exits and their entrances, the article came out with the word *salvia” turned, by a simple And one poet in his time doth play the fool transposition, into «* saliva.” More times than any biped on this earth— His stunts being seven stages. First, the infant Astounds the nurse with rhythmical + goo-goo,” And then the awkward schoolboy with his pencil Marking cxesuras i’ the incipient line Upon his way to school. Then the lover, Penning his drooling lines until the lady Turns on the marble heart. Then the sy mbolist, Full of strange words, with tresses hanging down, Warlike in spirit, and, with devilish humor, Seeking the bubble reputation Even at the editorial door. Then the artist, Rotund, with beard of Henri Quartre cut, Dressing old saws and modern instances For advertising signs. The sixth age shifts Into the helpless hydrocephalus wight, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, Filled to the top with bulging manuscript— A hopeless, hapless, heterogeneous mass Of sorry doggerel. His big, manly voice, Changed to a piping pianissimo— A melancholy note. Last scene of all, We find him filling gaps in magazines, Sans rhyme, sans taste, sans style, sans everything. LISTEN TO PAPA! HERE is a man who fancies he is the head of the house. This par- ticular man has several small children, and it pleases him to dis- course a great deal on the training of the young. A few days ago he had friends visiting him. His two little sons began to play about noisily. It is one of his theories that children should obey implicitly, and he wanted his friends to see how he car- ried it out in the training of his own family. Earlie,"" he said sternly, ** stop that noise instantl lie looked up in surprise, then grinned a little. ‘Oh, Willie," he said to his brother as they went on with the noisy romp, **just listen to papa trying to talk like mother !” WHat we bow low to frequently is just clothes. THE SMILE THAT MAKES TEARS. "A SLIPPER-Y CONSCIENCE. SSYVHAT is meant by + the smile that is close to tears?” a Mother, Bly you do me one favor?" The particular drink that plunges a man into the weeping “After this is all over please don’t say that .t hurts you more thaa tt stage of intoxication.” does me." comicbooks.com