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This page from *Judge* (a late 19th/early 20th-century satirical weekly) contains several humorous sketches targeting domestic and social inconveniences of the era: **"Cook Tourist"** mocks the chronic servant problem—wealthy households' inability to retain household help, with cooks departing after mere weeks of employment. **"An Heiress"** satirizes fortune-hunting suitors pursuing rich young women, while **"Sounded Like It"** jokes about pretentious social climbers (Mrs. de Style) misinterpreting music terminology. **"A Tug of War"** is a lengthy narrative poem about the difficulty of removing stiff, old leather boots—a mundane domestic struggle treated with mock-epic seriousness. **"Police Ignorance"** ridicules an inebriated man's encounter with a seemingly dense policeman who, told the man is "waiting for a car," takes this literally rather than understanding he means transportation. The sketches employ gentle, domestic humor rather than political satire, focusing on class relations, marriage, servants, and urban inconveniences familiar to the magazine's middle-to-upper-class readership.

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SERENADE ON SAINT VALENTINE'S EVE. KE. the twilight died awa: Night draws round me like a shroul, Clouds have hid each gle me All the world 's in hieling; Darkness de ws ab Darker, salder, drearer far Were my world without thee last faint Leams depart, While my tes Night is never in Where thy f u dare not tell by day, Oler me, thre Swift “What th Night may whisper for the thy dumber, sweetheart mine, If Van decaming, ause thy: watkin, y dream of thi “Phat the J but had the making! Half heart Hearing, ber eh Softly sleep, Slumber Softly slee lumber deep; Softly steep, reams his vigil keep. Ge his vigil keep. Gurl he Fer thy slumler, While the stars, that t number, Kading, foling out before thee, n-aden, Dream stars, watehi Yer thee, his train, dre Iream fine sweetest maiden, Sing of love in er shine, sweetheart Half so br Swift acwing, it woulel bring Vill their with thee, yes of thine Smiles te thee, astumbering! Ling: COOK TOURIST. Mrs, Subbs—* Going to leave? Dear me! Doesn't a cook ever stay any longer than a week in one " Norah Gonigan “1 suppose, occasionally, wan iv our scuild yits ina rut!” AN HEIRESS. SOUNDED LIKE IT. SE YZOU siy you wish to marry my daughter, ut she is only a mere Mrs. de Style (\ to daughter practicing on piano) sehool girl as yet” “Shure, Ps food of love.” Count Nocash V anderstand that, sir. Leame carly to avoid Food, is it? ‘Thin thot must he steak Mary’s pound A TUG OF WAR. my father were were nines, and alway with grease TIF teow tan pounds apiece they must, at very feast, have wi The topes were spacious, rather 1, ee easie The fact that they were warn qutside the Ie Amt though, as P have given hint, he gre pliable or soft Juull the straps, stamp viciously: the The leather proved perverse in growin ery morn f Mime, those wrinkled cowhide boots —the kind our fa A prim oll de ty a hustand wht blasphemous speech the very worst of crimes nin the church, a father to my wt considerate and kind Yet. oftentimes on frosty am ne and dread listen awed and sp Last inte sin with stock wore Mi thine old wrinkled « the beats my father were Each night bed take hi nent rude, jack down, a notched affair ike Haase he'd the while he t attituste ah and tuygiedd ter stripy a thing with sullen, veh was wholly lest ering, Ihadd tensed FAILED ‘TO RESPOND. ther, “Is that Miss Va Depression o'er the household rei Until we'd hear the thad What seemed te ust Th I erensing, the street, or ann D see short-sighted the have today nm NOT A BLOW. POLICE IGNORANCE. Wije—* Was the chauffeur s Rs man was inebriated. The policemar whe relieved the laimp- Miasband “Oh, no. He st f from heaven te tell him that mont of his time in jail, anyway.” 1 because of him needed no messeny inquired the cop, shaking him. What are you doing. here “Waiting for a car?” “Course replied the inebriate, in evident surprise “Well, you ‘d better be you.” The man straightened home before somethi whappens to ly as possible under the circum stances, and looked at t “Are you a married man 2" he inquired m Pthat. Wife and tive children, ko another hitch at himself and le “Sur was the proud reply The inebriate «lat the policeman most indignantly “Vt are, are you? he said scornfully, 7 Well, y? ought to know bette to tell me Ugo home Jou think my wife'll stand fer taker a Which the policeman did, much abashed. mein thish tiv? V sto safe place, thatsh what yor BETTER AT COLLABORATION. eaddstone wor Henry PA AMATER, are in these here comic ep took great interest an’ ph saps DEFINING IT if you could think up one uy them you might put iton the stone.” Dents Aypend th’ wake-end at Callahan's, are yer? An? The dealer—" 1 ain't very livry, matam, but ve had a litle nape ee Sally wakes slay noight fram th’ toime yer €XPCrience in lim’rick contests, so if you'll compose part of the verse, I draw yure pay till th siloons lose.” : guess F could fill in a missin? line er two.” comicbooks.com