Judge, 1907-11-16 · page 5 of 16
Judge — November 16, 1907 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three distinct pieces of satirical content: 1. **"The Fool Spenders"** (poem): A critique of wealthy individuals who wastefully spend money on luxuries—fine clothes, expensive dinners, and frivolous entertainment—while appearing respectable in society. The satire suggests their ostentatious consumption masks moral emptiness. 2. **"An Indignation Meeting"** (top cartoon): Depicts well-dressed figures in rain, likely satirizing public protests or political gatherings of the era. The specific event referenced is unclear without additional context. 3. **"Home, Sweet Home"** (bottom cartoon): Shows urban tenement life with poor families. The dialogue references "advanced ideas" and a woman who kept an appointment despite being an hour late—satirizing either women's independence or modern social behavior among the working poor. The overall theme critiques class disparities and social pretensions of the era.
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* THE FOOL SPENDERS. su The way Some of our people chuck their wads Is a sight for men and gods ; And the bunch with the stuff to sell Get out and yell With wild delight At the sight. They know Which way the dollars go, And they throw Their nets over the easy-marks Like a flock of larks. But what do the spenders care, So long as they have the fare? No matter what it is that calls For money, great or small. The spenders do not count the cust, But want to pay it all. ‘They buy a dinner at a price To make Lucullus weep ; ‘They laugh at figures that would put Caligula to sleep. The tips they hand out everywhere” For any little thing That's done for them are equal to The ransom of a king. They scatter money everywhere For what they eat and drink, The clothes they wear, the rent they pay, And nothing is gezink Unless it’s cheap. By gum! for that They will not stand, and they Have no regard for anyone Who doesn’t make them pay. The price is standard in their minds ; There's nothing else in sight ; And those who cater to that kind. Will make the price all right. Of course it’s vulgar; likewise wrong. But there’s no cure, and those Who haven't got must get in next To where the money goes And grab off all they can, till they Become the spenders ; then ‘The other bunch will'skin the rich Till they get rich again, And so on ad infinitum, And then some. See? Ww. J. LAMPTON. AFTER THE SHOW. He—"What are you going to have?” She—"1 guess I will have a cold bottle and a bird.” He—" Guess again.” ( it AN INDIGNATION MEETING. THE CHRISTENING. AN AMUSING incident in connection with the christening of an infant by an eloquent but some- what absent-minded Welsh pastor in Swansea, over a generation ago, is still remembered by a few Welshmen in this country, and we believe has never found its way into print, The eloquent preacher was speculating on the future of the infant. “What does the future hold in store for this helpless mite of humanity?" he said, “Is it des- tined to walk in paths of evil, fraught with suffering here and eternal. damnation hereafter? Or the paths of idleness, where at the end wait satiety and death? Let our prayers and the loving ministrations of its future spiritual guides forefend it from such a fate! Or perhaps this little life is destined to wield an influence in legislative halls, using place and power for the making of better and more righteous laws, to the glory of God worshiped in humility of spirit. If so, ‘tis well. Or perhaps it may be destined to carry the message of glad spiritual tidings to the heathen of foreign lands, braving the perils that’ beset God’s pioneer in unfrequented paths. If so, ‘tis well. But yet again it may be that this little life is destined, in humbler walks and in the peaceful paths of in- dustry, to tend the loom or the forge—to stand with hand upon the lever where the iron horse car- ries its human freight, or with pick and shovel to wrest the riches of the earth from the treasure- house of the mine. If so, ‘tis also well. For labor, too, is prayer, and pleasant in God's sight.” Then, stooping, he queried, « What is the child’s name ?" « Isabel,” said the mother softly. Mrs. Knox—‘'I don't like that Mrs, Smith. HOME, SWEET HOME. ‘She's one of those women with ‘ advanced Ideas. What kind of advanced Ideas?" ; Why, she made an appointment with me, and Just because I was an hour late she wouldn't wallt."* comicbooks.com