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This page contains multiple unrelated satirical pieces typical of Judge magazine's format. **"An M.O. Proclamation"** mocks the Municipal Ownership movement through pseudo-poetic verse with repeated "C. O. D." (Cash on Delivery) references, suggesting skepticism about M.O. promises requiring actual payment. **"Household Personalities"** offers humorous character sketches of domestic types—the wallpaper-covered wife, long-suffering chair, heated fireplace—personifying household objects as commentary on domestic life. **"A Blusher"** is a brief joke about embarrassment and modesty. **"The National Spirit"** cartoon depicts a chaotic baseball or sports scene with crowds and players, captioned with voices shouting "Home! home! Good stop, sport!"—satirizing American enthusiasm for sports as a unifying national passion. The page reflects early 20th-century American domestic humor and urban politics.

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AN OVERFLOW MEETING, ** Did you hear that Herbert and Charlie fought a duel over Florence?" * Had an over-Flo meeting, did they 2" HOUSEHOLD PERSONALITIES. THE wall-paper—egotistical, vain, stuck up. The chair—long-suffering, but silent ; gets sat on. The tireplace—frank, open; frequent- ly becomes heated. The mirror—thoughtful, meditative, reflects a great deal. The pillow—ambitious, industrious ; ever anxious to get ahead. The rug—humble, submis objects to being walked on. The stairway—lively, active; con- tinually running up and down. The lamp—bright, cheerful and con- genial; always a source of de-light. The desk—hopeful, optimistic ; holds the opinion that things are all write. The closet — wicked, intemperant; often finds itself in clothes quarters. Nev- er goes out, but frequently gets full. ive ; never Ir you are well you will laugh. AN M. O. PROCLAMATION. OPE, WERE the City Fathers, and we'd like to have you know We rally ‘neath the banners of the glorious M. O. “The Ownership of All in Sight” our motto is, and we Will part with nothing in the town without our £. s. d. Oh, £8. de! bring the mint along if you would deal We do a business strict for cash in this municipee, And everything upon the list is C. O. D.! If you would occupy a place upon the city rolls We'll send on application all the tariffs and the tolls. You cannot have a privilege, or perquisite in fee, Unless you get your ** cough” at work on £. s. d. On, £8.41 Ob, £5. df If you'd secure election Jo the high judisheree, Or win a franchise for a line from Harlem to the sea, Remember that we have the goods, and C. O. D.! ng, so dreary and so sad, ‘orks except your awful dad. That kind of father in our ranks finds little sympathy, For we are working all the time for £. s. d Ob, £84! Oh, £oadt e M. O, Brothers see— t municipalitee The arch-promoters of this gr ictly C. O. D. And don't forget the terms are s A BLUSHER. Tus risn—" You are anything but bashful.”” Tue tosster—"Oh, | don't know. | always turn red if | find myself in hot water.”” THE NATIONAL SPIRIT. JUDGE'S FAVCRI ROSE LA MARTE IN“ NEPTUNE'S DAUGHTER,” AT THE NEW YORK HIPPODROME. Amid a manufactured scene Of dazzling beauty you are queen. But this distinction must be made— Your charm needs nothing of art's aid. PERSEVERANCE. THE mistress of a large, fashionable home had just secured a new maid of Irish extraction, and who had just come from the “ould sod.” Being on friendly terms with her neighbor, she told the maid that the neighbor could use any- thing she desired. One day the mistress went out for all morning. On her return she found that the telephone which had been in- stalled in the hall was gone. Calling the maid, she inquired for it. “Plaise, mum," answered Bridget, ‘+th' lady across th’ shtrate asked me if she cud use th’ tilephone, an‘ Oi sint it over to her; but Oi hod an awful toime to git it unshcrewed.” IT WASN'T THE CUSTOM. Eve—« 1 haven't a thing to wear.” Adam ‘ou are not supposed to wear anything. Voices (from the lot)—‘* Home! home! Good stop, sport!” comicbooks.com