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This page contains multiple short satirical pieces rather than a single political cartoon. **"A Transparent Confession"** depicts a domestic dispute where Henry confesses to his wife Theodsia that he stole her cut-glass sugar bowl years ago while working as a "sidecar in a dime museum." The satire mocks his delayed confession and her obsessive attachment to the missing object—poking fun at both marital dynamics and Victorian-era materialism around decorative glass collections. The other pieces ("The Spring Poet," "Literature," "Plainly Up to Her," "Rushing Things") are brief humor vignettes targeting contemporary targets like pretentious poetry, failed writers, and social awkwardness. The cartoons use exaggerated illustration styles typical of Judge's comedic approach to everyday middle-class life rather than political satire.

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A TRANSPARENT CONFESSION. AN ORIGINAL MELODRAMA IN ONE CHAPTER. OLLY little Mrs. de Verre had been mar- ried seven years and hadn't even had a quarrel. But that’s nothing to do with it. Her cut-glass was disappearing! Had been disappearing for the past year, several pieces every week! This morning it was a beautiful cut-glass sugar bowl. It was gone— absolutely gone! And she prided her- self on her large collection. It was her only hobby and mania. “Henry de Verre,"” she began at the breakfast table, ‘the sugar bowl has ‘ went’!"" Henry looked up from his coffee with a glassy stare. ‘Sorry,’ he muttered. Henry had a glass eye and was a man of few words. “You're the boss, Henry. I always said that you wore the pants in this family. And I searched those pants last night, but I didn’t find an; “ Any what?” asked Henry, looking at his wife furtively. “* Pawn tickets!" “ Theodosia "'—Henry’s voice grew deep as he spoke his wife's name—‘‘I did not pawn your cut-glass. Neither was it stolen by burglars. J ate it “* What!"’ screamed Mrs. de Verre. “* Before { inherited my wealth,”’ continued Henry, rising from the table and putting his hand to his forehead, while the hurdy-gurdy below played jiggly music, ‘I was a glass-eater in a dime museum. Then I reformed. Later I married you. But you tempted me! been tempting me for the last seven years!"" INFERENTIAL. ns! With me cut-glass? Lady from Boston—"* V'm so worried about my daughter! Her head : ” is full of anarchic theories.” 3 always used to the choicest of cuts. Leh fae Clee , put on it to get rid of “e Goodness me! Ain‘t there nothing you can THE SPRING POET. T" poet's head is full of spring! He must explode An ode Of seasonable His cars do rin, His eyes Are April skies; His nose Is like the rose, So red. Ah, yes, alas! Full-blown! WAMILTON FOrH GALT. one! “COME HERE, BILL, AND LISTEN TO ‘THE PHONOGRAPH PLAY ‘OVER ‘THE WAVES. “And in the summer, when you were hot, Henry, you ate the frost" es, the frosted glass, Theodosia !"" “And in the fall, when you were and the doctor s: you must cat pills, and W mar’" that lie’s ~ that’s what happened to Willie’s marbles.”” “Oh, that I had done this in time!" wailed Theodosia, “* Why didn’t I send for it—' Dr. Cutting Celebrated Cure for the glass-eat- ing habit. Put it in hubl every morning.’ But I will not d sert you, Henry. Hand in hand we will fight this curse. You shall not suffer in sec! To-night we dine on isinglass—together!"" They embrace, (Curtain.) coantst n, vite. LITERATURE. “ HAT are you writing?” “An article on * Home in France.’"" “But you have never been PLAINLY UP TO HER “*Why don't you like to see me smoke?”" “Because it makes you look manish.” Well, one of us has to look mannish.” RUSHING THINGS. Young patriot—* Golly beats firecrackers all holle Neither has the editor.’” The wife comicbooks.com