Judge, 1908-08-15 · page 7 of 16
Judge — August 15, 1908 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century Judge magazine: **"The Poet Sings"**: A poem mocking romantic poets who claim artistic poverty while cynically monetizing their verses—getting "six cents a line" even as they court women. The satire targets the contradiction between poetic idealism and mercenary reality. **"Cut Rates"**: A brief joke about a butcher charging by weight but delivering mostly bone—social commentary on working-class consumer fraud and food quality concerns. **"The Threat"**: A longer narrative exposing upper-class freeloaders. Overstaying guests hint they'll leave only when insulted, revealing that wealthy visitors exploit hospitality shamelessly. The joke satirizes both the parasitic wealthy and their audacity. **"These Powerful Girls"** and **"Mystified"**: Appear to be relationship humor—one about independence in courtship, another about a wife confused by cooking instructions. The overall tone reflects Judge's recurring themes: mocking pretension, exposing class hypocrisy, and satirizing modern life's contradictions.
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THE POET SINGS. Oo” difference only, Chloe proud, Between your love and mine— White you've forgotten all you vowed, I get six cents a line, And, Daphne, though your melt- ing glance Was bought with vi Don't think that I'd neglect a chance Por lightsome tr Oh, Phyllis, oft you've strained On loving, pleasure bent; through, it rs “helped to pay the rent, 1 ENVOL. Ye poets, when your lady’s kiss Grows cold, pray don't: re- But scribble off some stuff like this And get six cents a line. 1d. DASKAM. CUT RATES. * of this mate a pound 7” Butcher Mrs, Mulchacherty givin’ me all bone."* we three cints’ worth, and don't be after THE THREAT. mother and daughter, had long outstayed their visit at house, Moreover, they evinced no sign of her seem to be in any way affected by taxed hostess threw out from time to HE Bing: antry fri nor did th time. ally, forbe So one day, xpeet to go hon was the cureles her, she said, “Oh, I'm sure 1 don't know, several other places to stop at yet.” n do you yo on to the next place n tell that, Mamma says it’s immaterial to her just when exelaim ated hostess, ‘doesn’t «how high living is the knows how high it is. Thi Feannot afford t wish you'd tell your mother that at on “Is thatan insult?” rejoined t “Why ask that, child? “ Because when we're insulted we go on to the next place !"* “But, my your mother “Oh, ye “Well, Main why we left the city.” rtain visitors any longer, and pild, turning haughtily to the speaker, POWERFUL RLS. “The itl who MYSTIFIED. Mr. Younghusband “Don’t you understand how to do it, darling?” Mrs. ¥ “Yes, [understand allright; but it says, ‘first clean your chicken,’ and I don't know ther to use toilet or scour- uenghushand 1. A man will move | dear anyel rime, to give comicbooks.com