Judge, 1909-07-10 · page 4 of 16
Judge — July 10, 1909 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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This page contains miscellaneous satirical content rather than a focused political cartoon. The main elements include: **"Judge's Favorite"** — A portrait of Beatrice Sinclair, described as possessing "mirth and jollity" with "fully and frivolity," suggesting she was a public figure of the era, likely an actress or entertainer. **"The Smart Boy"** — A photograph-based cartoon depicting two children in conversation about New York's capitals (likely referring to Albany and New York City's competing political importance). **Various poems and dictionary definitions** pad the page with humor and social commentary on contemporary issues like suicide methods, land acquisition, and socialist critique (evident in "The Wail of the Socialist Baby"). The overall tone reflects Judge's tradition of satirizing American society, politics, and cultural figures through mixed-media presentation rather than focused editorial cartooning.
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JUDGE'S FAVORITE. BEATRICE PRENTICE, IN “ON THE EV! dance. RANDOM SELECTIONS FROM THE UP-TO-DATE DICTIONARY. Motoring — American method of commi slaughter. Kailroading—American method of committing suicide. Simplified spelting—Spelling by ear. Musie—An expensive noise. (See opera.) Luve—A literary confection, Justice (obsolete)—Term used by the ancients to desig- nate law. vderal laws—Crimes committed by Cong’ Joa idea—Raise more corn, to feed more hogs, to buy more land, to raise more corn, ete. Race problem—Which horse shall I bet on? ping out of jail. Living the simple life—Serving, a jail sentence. mon people—People who obey the laws. Trdily beara—Nature fakes, Keal extate—A foreign substance usually found on the face of a small boy Graft-—An overcrowded occupation. Humor—A mixture of fact, far pinch of spice and a touch of tickle: Common sense—An uncommon § ing man- Leading a moral life— and fiction, with a w. B. KERR, THE SMART Boy, “How many capitals has New York ?” an’ it's Albany.”* ec ho, Ne we York has two capitals—eapital N for New, THE ONLY ONE. és ILLIAM she shouted in a voice fit to com- mand a ment, “ take your feet off the parlor table this very in- stant !"" “Margaret, I want you to know," he said that was surcharged with manly determination, “* that there is but one person in the world that I will allow to talk to me in that way.”” “And who is that, sir, may I ask 2” “Why, you, my dear,’ he gently answered as he re- moved his feet from the table. A SPRING POEM. , the grass in a voice And flowerlets are seen; But all the odor we can smell Is auto gasoline. GOT HIM. “ AVE acigar? You'll find it's very good."? **No, thanks; I am not addicted to the vice. It isn’t a vice, or prob- ably you would be, EPITAPH OF A FUNNY MANUSCRIPT, ‘-D and found want- ing, Ry Life quite condemned, Puck-ered and Panch-ed to A pitiful end, MATTER OF FORM. Made —"* Why is she go- ing to the mountains instead of the seashore 2” thinks kaboo she looks better in a pee waist than ina bathing suit.”” al Y for York.* OF a pair of slightest w ON ‘THE WI jour new by e children CAI “Gosh, J more rocking what? i No you, eh, THE WAIL OF THE SOCIALIST BABY. HOSE little baby am 1? Nobody seems to know. I've cooed and I've cried till I've almost died, But it doesn’t appear to go. For there isn't any muzzer, And there aren’t any aunts, And [haven't even a grandma to see thet \ boy needs pants. I haven't any playthings, Thaven’t any folks; ite frame a name I can claim— asa funny man’s jokes, Lown everything around me, And every one here owns me, And it's awfully kind of mixing, as I think you'll all agree, I'm everybody's bruzzer, But nobody loves just me I can pout or can smile in my own cutest style, there to watch and see? sa lot of wo it toss me to and fro, ain't any special cuddle that a fel- low seems to know. And if any one wants to take me I don't think it could be wron| 1am lonely and sad, and I’m not very And I'd mightily like to be For the earth and al! its ri Are as nothing to the bliss ‘ms around you, and your ownest muzzer's kis PMMA I. ve zoveHE AN ICONOCLAST. “ BErore we were married," sighs the trusting wife, ‘you vowed that my h should be law." “ Hah!’ sniffed the brutal husband, with- out looking up from his magazine. “If you read the papers you 'd know there isn’t any respect for law nowadays.”