Judge, 1909-02-06 · page 6 of 16
Judge — February 6, 1909 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several unrelated satirical pieces typical of Judge magazine's format: **"COLOR"** (top): A poem satirizing the obsession with "color" in American society—likely referencing yellow journalism's sensationalism, theatrical makeup, and possibly racial anxieties of the era. The repeated refrain critiques how color (literal and figurative) distorts truth and reality. **"The Facetious Suburbanite"** (middle left): A humor piece where a suburban character jokes with a burglar about forming a "burglars' union" or incorporating into a "Steal Trust." The satire targets both labor unionization and corporate monopolies ("trusts"), treating criminal enterprise and big business as morally equivalent. **"Another Cherry-Tree Story"** and **"A Rebuff"** (center/right): Brief comic exchanges—one where an insurance agent is rejected by a skeptical housewife. These appear to be quick gags rather than political commentary. **"The Reverse Result"** (bottom): A rural dialogue suggesting unintended consequences of policy (possibly tariff-related, given the page's opening reference to "free trade"). The page mixes social satire with light humor, typical of Judge's eclectic content.
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