Judge, 1910-02-19 · page 6 of 16
Judge — February 19, 1910 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century Judge magazine: **"The Lure of the Hen"** mocks a get-rich-quick scheme promising farmers $16 daily from backyard chickens. The poem satirizes naive people falling for dubious "how-to" books, comparing fictional egg profits to the wealth of J.P. Morgan (a famous financier). The "Vintage of 1776" reference suggests this scam preys on American optimism. **"A Pretty Fix"** is a political cartoon about women's suffrage. A woman cannot choose between two hats, prompting an attendant to sarcastically ask how she'll vote if she can't decide between hats. This reflects anti-suffrage arguments claiming women were intellectually unfit for voting—a common (and baseless) contemporary criticism. **"A Secret"** and other brief jokes round out the page's humor. The page celebrates actress Lilly Lillian and includes snippets about opera and social observations typical of Judge's mix of entertainment and social commentary.
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JUDGE'S FAVORITE. MISS LILLY LILLIAN, ALTERNATE PRIMA DONNA AT THE NEW YORK HIPPODROME. All who ‘ve gone and sat before you Worshiped when they laughed; For the most blase admire you— ‘Well you know your craft. JUDGE THE LURE OF THE HEN. By CHARLES IRVIN JUNKIN «¢ QIXTEEN dollars from a hen!" ‘And any one can get it! And sixteen thousand in a year From chickens! Don’t forget it! Keep ’em in your own back yard. (I read it in a paper. Send a dollar for the book And learn the latest caper.) Buy some chickens for a song, Blondes, brunettes, and speckles, And start right in to pluck the eggs And gather in the shekels. Juicy broilers, fat and ripe, Like mushrooms, in a minute, Worth their solid weight in gold. Why, Pierpont isn’t in it! Sounds real true, 1 guess it is. He says he up and done i And now he’s going to let me in And show me how to run it. A tidy fortune, all in eggs, And mighty hard to match it. 1 wish I was George Washington, : SRSA ORES Ee ‘And maybe [ could hatch it!" HIS, ELRSD STUN SEC “IT did it,” ete © Vintage of 1776. A CRAZY SPELL. A SECRET. Ts OPERA was “* Trovatore.”” ‘Tho’ I no more may hold thee, Yet is thy name a spell,’” sang the basso to the prima donna, And it was, Her name JUDGING from events, if women get into polities there seems was Sophronia Czechlinskiwicz. no reason to fear that it will become « ladylike game. T TAKES just three people to keep a secret properly, but two of the three must be dead. A PRETTY FIX. Lady—''1 give it up. I cannot fix on which of those two bats I like the better.'’ Atendant—"' Ab, then how is madam ever going to vote?” comicbooks.com