Judge, 1908-03-14 · page 5 of 16
Judge — March 14, 1908 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three unrelated pieces: 1. **"Lines to Miss Grady"** - A poem by Walter Beverly Crane praising an Irish woman named Miss Grady, focusing on her appearance and charm. No political satire is evident. 2. **"The Lucky Dog"** - A humorous anecdote about a dog that nearly drowns crossing a bridge with bologna in its mouth, then has an encounter with a lawn mower. This is lighthearted fiction with no satirical intent. 3. **"The Light That Failed"** - Three cartoon panels showing people playing cards and bridge. The title appears to reference a Rudyard Kipling novel, but the specific satirical meaning is unclear from the image alone. The middle panel shows a darkened room, possibly commenting on failed illumination or ambition. The page mixes poetry, short humor, and comics without obvious unified political commentary.
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LINES TO MISS GRADY. OLDEN-EARED corn has the color, Miss Grady, G Of hair that you wear, and the peaches T see Are like yc on, most beautiful lady! Sure, the plum of your eye if attractive to me. The orange and russet of apples, Miss € Remind me of freckles you'll bring o'er the sea; And the pears that I buy at the dago stand shady Hold the glint of your lashes when winking at me. Grapes, ruddy-hloomed clusters, oh, de: 1 like the lips Lam longing to see ling of the fruit as of me Htegorra! I’m lonely. Come home to me, lady The fru liken to the FIL be drinking the juice of the grape your coming back safe o'er the sea. AEVERLY CRANE. y-day To hon waLre > THE LUCKY DOG. pon a time a dog went to a butcher-she dinner, “Then, with the bologna he set out for his kennel. Now, it ye home that the dog had to cross over a low foot bridge spanning yoata * not looking to the right or tbout half wary across the brid; into the water. ‘Then the dog turned with bol nil got a nice piece of be NCE for pened in a stream of water. But he trotte the left, till he w attracted by a fro; , when suddenly his attention was mouth, and gazed into the depths for several seconds; but he could see nothing, mud. Being the source of the city’s water supply, the dog's astral was invisibk y the rarest ood fortune, was Shep enabled to go home and enjoy his dinner A GENTLE REMINDER. 6eé HEREL” growled Mr. Suburbanite, as he stored the snow-shovel in the farthest corner of the basement, “ding you, E won't have to wrestle with you for a few months, » yway urning suddenly around in the dark, he fell over something that yave forth a nervectearing rattle and click. With a wild shrick he fled up the cellar stairs before ILLUSTRATED EXPRESSION. “Hey Rube the awn-mower could eateh him. WHist. PLAYING BRIDGE THE LIGHT THAT FAILED. comicbooks.com