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This page contains several distinct humor pieces rather than a unified political cartoon: **"The Winter Violet"** (top left): A poem about a violet surviving winter, paired with a domestic illustration. **"The Central Figure in the Divorce Courts"** (top right): Shows a large spherical object in a house interior—likely satirizing how divorce proceedings center on dividing marital property rather than addressing the actual human relationships involved. **"The Learned Man"** (middle right): A dialogue joke about a man explaining that "three times three" equals various nonsensical definitions, mocking pedantic over-intellectualism. **Other segments** include brief humorous quotes and advertisements, typical of Judge's mixed-content format. The overall page appears to be general-audience humor rather than focused political satire, emphasizing domestic situations and wordplay common to early 20th-century magazines.

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a8 ATS JUDGE THE WINTER VIOLET—A CONFIDENCE, By JOHN KENDRICK BANGS + HE SNOW was d It always is this time of year! The ice waa forming on the pond, And all the prospect out beyond Then, with a gladsome, cheery voice ‘Vhat made my frozen heart rejoice, The violet beneath the snow, A tender little purple blow, Began her music soft and low. “« From winter naps ‘tis time to awake! Get out your spade and garden rake, And in your hand your shovel take; And if you want my services, Come dig me up before I freeze '"’— She paused a moment here to sneeze. “ What dost thou here, oh, flower, shy?” I queried of her by and by, When after sturdy effort I Had dug her out from ‘neath the drift, A lovely, fragrant, floral gift, And root and stem gave her a lift. “*Oh, I’m the winter violet! My coming is but etiquette, By many years’ observance set. It is my task to come each year, Despite the weather cold and drear, And settle ‘neath a snowdrift here, “In order that the poet throng, Who find their pockets far from long, May turn my coming into song; And for their bits of tuneful chafl— Excuse me, but it is to laugh!— Get seven dollars and a half. “Though, truth to tell, my friend,” quoth she, With sundry pretty winks at me, “I'm not the freak I used to be; And I'm afraid we'll see the day When he who wants to win the bay Will have to try some other lay. L’ ENVOL. Perhaps she’s right! Yet, there’s a doubt, And so I send these verses out, To see if winter violets Are proof 'gainst ** Editor's regrets."’ HIS CAUSE OF DISAFFECTION. “T THOUGHT you were in love with that girl.” “So I was until I saw her at table. Then the conviction forced itself on me that I could not marry her without the risk of shorten- ing ber existence by insufficient meals, — La Tewshe Hance. WOULD GIVE HER AWAY. Officiating clergyman— At the wedding this evening, Mr. Simp- kins, do you intend to give your daughter away?” Mr. Simpkins—* Sure! I don’t expect any remuneration; besides that, I'm only too glad to get her off my hands !""—charies Cormac Atutlin « [N_ GREENLAND, my son, the nights are six months long.”” “They must have to eat be- tween meals in Greenland, pa.”” = 1. Horn, ing o'er the mere, ‘The world itself was cold and drear— Spelled bitter, bleak, and chill despond. Because its measures were so choice, Romer! f ie sourest’ lemon makes ‘the bes? drink 5— THE CENTRAL FIGURE IN THE DIVORCE COURTS. THE LEARNED MAN. By ELLIS 0. JONES. E SAT on a settle by the sea. He winked his elderly eye at me, And asked how much is three times three. “Three times three," said I, ‘is nine. The sea is smooth; the breeze is fine.”” But his face showed scorn in every line. “The root of the matter is this,’’ said he, With a soft caress to his gray goatee; “Three times three is the square of three.’” “That sounds to me like tweedledum,”’ Said I. And he bit his horny thumb, As if he'd like to strike me dumb. “ Tweedledum or tweedledee (And he tore around like a chimpanzee.) “Count it up for yourself,” said he. “* Father, I meant no harm,”’ said I. “The sea is blue; likewise the sky. We, too, can agree, if we only try.”* “Lam a learned man,” said he, “* And the world is moved by the great decree That the square of three is three times three.”* “Tf that is true,"’ said I to him then, “* How far is it from Now to When? And what is the age of a Jenny Wren?” “The answer is simple as A BC."* (And he solemnly rested his hand on his knee.) “Three times three is the square of three.” “Oh, then,’ said I, as I passed along, “It's merely a dash from Ping to ‘ong, And a poker is only a half a tong.” “* Quite so,”’ said he, and he laughed in glee. “It's just as easy as crossing at.’ The square of three is three times thre Contributor's Notes The above isa mach rejected ‘bot none the less dejected poem. There is 80 trouble th the poem. eaningless an aay other The trouble is solely with the writer been written by Edward leat ot Robert Browning, it would bare gone thunder 4 discover something ia Mt that fatecged. 2. 0. 0 ‘[SERE is always room at the top of a lot of persons.—c. c. a comicbooks.com