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This page from Judge magazine contains society gossip and satirical commentary on early 20th-century New York life, plus a comic strip about reckless driving. **The gossip column** mocks wealthy New Yorkers through barbed observations: a police captain apparently earning $3,000 annually but somehow affording a brownstone (implying corruption); a socialite's husband being released from prison for bank-wrecking; wealthy people pretending a barn is a country manor; and editorial jabs at pretension generally. **The comic strip** ("Stung Again") depicts a stranger offering $100 to reach Oshkosh by 2:30 train, then being driven there recklessly by a motorist ("Recey") in a racing car. The vehicle crashes spectacularly. The satire targets the era's dangerous automobile culture and the willingness of drivers to risk lives for profit or speed. Overall, the page satirizes Gilded Age excess, corruption, social pretension, and the reckless new automobile industry—common Judge targets of the period.

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JU DGE BLASTS FROM THE METROPOLITAN MEGAPHONE By ROY K. MOULTON HE Megaphone, in common with other dailies, is inclined to take a charitable view of the slaughter of wild animals in Africa by our colonel, and, in this case, charity covers a multitude 4) of skins. We are pleased to note that an eminent Ger- man artist has come to our city to absorb the gen- uine metropolitan atmosphere, and we do not mind telling him that the place to find it is in the subway trains, ‘The black-hand business is getting to be a terrible nuisance here, for one cannot turn around without en- / countering a colored porter who is reaching for a tip. 2 Mr. J. Frothingham Butts, our eminent matinée idol, who has been touring the prov- inces this season with ‘The Gay Morning Glories," has struck town and says there is no place like our metropolis. Judging by the smell of the automobiles, the Megaphone guesses J. Frothingham is right. Miss Goldie Spink, one of our charming chorus ladies, has married a Wideway boot- black. She didn’t have enough money to go to Pittsburgh for a millionaire, so she got her husband at home. Mrs. Birdie Frisby and her granddaugh- ter will go on the road in the near future to do a sister act in vaudeville. Mrs. Fris- by, well and favorably known on the variety stage as Mile. Petite, celebrated her eighty-seventh birthday anniversary last week. The next best thing to hearing a sand dance at the music hall is to stroll by a Wideway café and listen to the actors with artistic temperaments eat spaghetti. Wii A MAGNIFIED TO KE! p Our esteemed fellow-townsman, Mr. M. P. Jor- gan, will return from Europe next month, He ex- asl Confucius, and the manufacturers hope to have it done in time to be brought home next month. Mr. Michael Casey, one of our erudite police aptains, has just purchased a brownstone-front apartment house on Twenty-fifth Avenue and is ample of what an economical man can do on a $3,000 salary. DROP OF PERSPI- RATION FROM THE EFFORTS EP COOL. in the upper end. Pv, pects to bring home a $4,000,000 china teapot this trip. This teapot is guaranteed to have been used by ending four daughters to Berlin to study music. Mr. Casey is a living ex- , Mrs. Van Vliseengen Van Vloigt has issued cards for a coming-out party next Wednesday evening in honor of her hus- band, who comes out of the Federal prison on that day after serving seven years for wrecking a bank. Polite society will be present en masse with low-neck dress suits and genuine imitation complexions. Mr. and Mrs. J. Willoughby Jenkins, leaders of our smart set, have left to spend the summer at their country seat, Willough- by-Manor-by-the-Sea, It used to be a barn, but they put a bay window on it and installed an outside chimney, and it is now a manor by brevet. It is a great place for weak-end parties. The parties who go there are weak J. Willoughby has not paid his subscription to the Megaphone for nine years. Whenever President Taft v by a large circle of friends. to surround him, ts our city, he is surrounded It takes a large circle of friends 1. Stranger—"' Say, young fellow, I'll give you one hundred dollars if you take me to Osh- kosh in time to catch the 2.30 train."* Hang on, Two-thirty ago! “There is the station, and there goes the train. Twenty seconds late, by gosh!"* Recey (giving her a few more notches) — “ While there 's life there 's hope—she ain't gone FZ Aas Tes eS € . Bang! Crash! tf—— 1712 — S. Stranger-—"* Pardon me, lady, for sitting on your lap. I assure you this is alla mistake. 6. —— Mach obliged, old man, for catching this train. Sorry I can't stop to pay that hundred.” Regey—" Stung again!"