Judge, 1908-06-06 · page 4 of 16
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This page contains several satirical pieces unrelated to political figures or current events. "The Fame of Bridget" is the main story—a humorous narrative about a domestic servant named Bridget who becomes locally celebrated and is offered a higher-paying job elsewhere. The narrator's wife is devastated at the prospect of losing her, revealing social anxieties about household help and class dynamics in early 20th-century urban America. The smaller jokes ("A Limited Luxury," "Careless," "Generous to a Fault," "Practice") are typical Judge humor targeting everyday situations: Irish servants, smoking etiquette, and professional interactions. The cartoons are illustrative rather than explicitly political. The content reflects period attitudes toward domestic service and social hierarchies.
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Royalty e’er wooed in vain. Now at last we bend the knee— Princess, add us to thy train A LIMITED LUXURY. WO Irishmen were discussing the phenomenon . Oi} hear as wan av thim poethry lads calls it‘ bald nature's hair-re- of sleep. Said on shtoorer. “ Yis,"’ assented the othe: luxury. It's a pity a man can't kape awake long enough to inj'y it. Jist whin he’s think- he'll be hov- in’ phat a foine long shnoc in’, begorra, it’s marnin'!"" CONTINUOUS. model gets no rest; day with And all the night reposes. CARELESS. “ HAT'S the matter with the 8 very ill.” GENEROUS TO A FAULT. Cohn“ Einstein for fifty cents on der dc Levy—"* Mein grac make him a pauper.” REAK VIEW OF ANDREW JACKSON JOHNSON EN HIS PRISON SULT shlape’s a grand rrun with woes is, undidate?”? ettled mit his creditors pus! his liberality vill THE FAME OF BRIDGET. HEN I came home on the five-thirty that W evening I felt all the way out on the train that something was going to happen. It was a premonition of impending disaster. Consequently, when my wife met me at the door with white, drawn face, I was in a measure prepared. * What is it?"’ I demanded. ‘* Tell me the worst.”” It's Bridget," sobbed my wife. “ She is going to leav: For a moment I was stunned, in spite of my fore- boings. I had not anticipated anything so dreadful as this. Bridget, the incomparable, the wonderful, the ONLY, going to leave? Impossible! She had been with us for over a year—a year last Saturday. We felt that she was a part of us. She had given us a position of importance in Cranberry Heights that we could not otherwise have attained. We were pointed out as the people who had had the same serv- ant girl for such a long time. Our neighbors kow- towed tous, The men took off their hats to Bridget on her Thursdays and every other Sunday out. People HELLO, CENTRAL! ar from the wrong, She hated to lea a bigger SOME HARD-LUCK * STORIES. came for miles to catch a glimpse of her, and we shone in her reflected glory. We were persons of almost national im- portance. And now sudden- ly I realized that our idols were crumbling to dust. I gnashed my teeth in impotent rage. I must be very angry when I gnash my teeth, for they are very soft and a dentist's bill alway: results, But now I gnashed them until I could feel them crumbling like the aforesaid idols. With all the dig- nity that I could muster I confronted Bridget. She was in tears. She said she didn't want to go. us, We had been very kind to her, but she had been offered a place at “It was the mysterious man who came to see her this morning,"’ broke in my wife. “Oh, he was horrible! He wore a che he, 1 upon seeing her alo sis erboard suit, a high hat and a big, bI and [was weak enough to permit it. ick mus- I turned to Bridget. ** How much did he offer you?" I asked, thinking to bid for her servi ** Wan hundred dollars a wake," said Brid I laughed deliriously. One hundred dollars a wee The girl was lying. “Who is he? His name?""I cried. Without a word, she handed me acard, As I glanced at it I knew the end had come, The in- scription was: ‘* Meyer Finkle- in, Proprietor Finklestein’s Dime Museum, The World’s Most Stupendous Aggregation of Marvelous Curiosities and Freaks of Nature.”* The fame of Bridget had, after all, been our undo Our pride was getting its proverbial bump. Too late we realized the antage of sometimes hiding Boss. eat 5 with us. 's light under a bushel. And New clerk—"Yes, so she left us, saw asrixson, the position I may be at indeed! PRACTICE. New elerk—" 1 should like two weeks’ vacation, sir.” What! Wh: this is only your first: week but once I get accustomed to o stand it longer.” comicbooks.com