Judge, 1908-08-01 · page 6 of 16
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This page mocks struggling poets and the publishing industry through satirical verse and illustrations. The left column contains cynical aphorisms about poets—that they're unprofitable, desperate for editors' acceptance, and doomed to obscurity. Lines like "Money makes the poet go" and "A poet in time saves nine dollars and a half" parody inspirational sayings while highlighting poets' financial desperation. The various cartoon vignettes illustrate poets' comic misfortunes: one shows a mother searching for her missing son Bobby, another depicts a man being forcibly removed from a house at night (apparently a "dark deed" involving poets), and others show everyday poverty and humiliation. The satire targets both impoverished poets—portrayed as delusional and persistent—and the publishing establishment that exploits them. The overall message: poets are pitiable figures whose romantic notions of art cannot survive economic reality. This reflects late 19th/early 20th-century American attitudes toward artistic poverty and commercial culture.
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PROSE ABOUT POETS. POET learns in suffering what he tells in the magazines. In the spring a poet's fancy lightly turns to the increased de- mand for his product. Those best can judge a poet's worth who are not asked to buy CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE. 66 AJORA. “Yis, mum.”” “Is Bobby in the “Do you know his stuff. where he is?” ot every poet who cackles “No, mum.”* lays an eg, “Did he get A poet in time saves nine home fi dollars and a half, mo: Unto the poet all things pm school?" or less, “Yis, mum."" poetry, “ Have you seen him?” except edit Money makes the poet go. ¥o, mum."? Don't look a gift poet in the verse, “How do you This is the truth the poet sings, that know he's home?"? pleasure’s crown of pl his published thinj ure is seeing. oq th’ shtov Us under mur hummer, Je editors, THE IMPOSSIBLE. Clara “We Up Desperate poets require desper: A poct in print is worth two trying to get the A green editor makes a fat pw Better an empty poet than Poets butt in where angels fe irls are getting secret societ * What's and editors must weep, the secret?”? mpty poem, fp to try Poets must write It is hard to put old heads 0} Poets may die, but they never resign, kn an thinks all that he says * to the ye w yet, but 1H tell poct says all thathe thinks, you ax soon as I'm ted.” A wiser If the editor will not c poet, the poet must so to the editor, Art is long the poet is short most of the time Cast. thy ry into the mails and thou shalt find it after many days, unless you neglected to inclose postage for re- turn if ne woo bam A DARK DEED. It is the dead of night dark street Down and of determined m post a sentinel here 1 there, with instructi y one approaching on foot dL nota deer Wve $0 qu nes to the Indian all porbell. ‘The owner of the house cc door in his night garments. “What is wanted? yg poets. Clarn Don't of Hades, we observed a y on a ted-hot radis HIS DESERTS. Pausing at Alcove ¢ nein a har" we inquired is a streetear conductor whe ¢ to * step lively "responded TAKEN BACK. Democrat, sed a while He Ie nd thunk. Is of sweat w. He r His troked his chin, ** Just what it is 1 ) It makes no differenc horseback, I'm only ilently the rest of them creep up ~ Lam a Democrat hanilsome house, . MENGLER, His keeper came along. Anon Jer mutters a last warning, WHERE HE AIMED. Mhey led him:back to Mat a , then presses the button of riman—"* "Chat mayb ter Lam ‘uue " ics iS more dangerous than ME!N6 » mixing drinks. he asks, door cautiously. Strong arms reach in and sei remoniously, but swiftly and red to th reet. drag Powerless in the clutch of his eapte offers no resistance, Finally he asks, What are you g to do with me The reply comes through clenched teeth, to nominate you for Vice collapses THE USUAL WAY. Hamlin Do think there is Heckler’s mi Hamilton any been taken Jer has put over fifty thous sand in.” Jack Lad, no NOT RESPONSIBLE So yo" found work at last, eh? ct comicbooks.com