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This page combines political caricature with humorous fiction and advertising from an early 20th-century American satirical magazine. **Political Content:** The top features a caricature study of Franklin MacVeagh, Secretary of the Treasury under President Taft, labeled "Displaying Bad Form"—likely satirizing his policies or public persona through exaggerated facial features. **Main Content:** "The Tragedy of the Diamond" is a baseball poem mocking a pitcher's theatrical, desperate attempts to succeed despite repeated strikes. Each elaborate gesture (leg-wrapping, handstands, hula-dancing) fails before the umpire calls strikes, only to have him succeed on the fourth attempt. The satire critiques both baseball's dramatics and human persistence through absurdist humor. **Supporting Material:** Rural gossip column "Notes from the Basswood Bugle," beer and soap advertisements, and a doctor's testimonial about coffee curing his ailments—typical period magazine content mixing editorial with advertising. The page reflects Judge's satirical approach: mocking public figures, absurdist sports humor, and period advertisements presented without irony.

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JUDGE'S CARICATURE STUDIES. Sceretary of the Treasury MacVeagh. THE CARICATURE. NOTES FROM THE BASSWOOD AUGLE. EVERAL from here attended a com- in'-out party given in New York by Mrs. Lem Higgins, formerly of this place, in honor of her husband, who has just come out of Sing Sing. Lafe Tibbitts had the misfortune to be struck amidships by a peevish goat while crossin’ his north forty with a stick of dynamite in his coattail pocket. Rest in pieces, Lute Purdy and Bud Hawkins are fast friends, They made a mile in two sec- onds less than nothing, when Deacon Renfrew’s bulldog Hyacinth found them in the deacon’s hencoop. i AN auto of ride forever. PACKER’S TAR SOAP The cleaning, anteptic and tonic properties re Bh" of its pure pine-tar, glycerine and sweet vege- table oils have given it an exclusive character, with unvarying results, for over 35 years. THE PACKER MFG. CO., New York In answering UNIFORM IN DELICIOUS FLAVOR HIGH LIFEBEER MILLER-MILWAUKEE_. THE TRAGEDY OF THE DIAMOND. By Roy K. MovLTON AJESTICALLY he arose and strode out to the plate No senator of ancient Rome was ever half so great. Each eye in that vast multitude upon his figure dwelt; He pulled his cap down on his head and tightened up his belt. He gazed up to see where the sun was resting in the sky; He turned and faced the howling throng, with grim, defiant eye. He wound up with a vicious twist and threw the sphere like fun. The crowd wept for its idol when the umpire called, ** Bea-I-l one!” Anxiety and fearful doubts held bleachers and grand-stand. The mighty hero stooped and rubbed his lunch hooks in the sand. He swung his mighty right arm round and doubled up a lot, And wrapped both legs around his neck and tied them in a knot. He then walked on his hands awhile and turned a somersault. If that ball didn’t prove the goods, it wouldn't be his fault. He let it fly and grimly thought, “I guess that one will do.” The multitude groaned sadly wken the umpire called, ** B-a-1-1 t-w-ol"” A single cry of ‘ Take him out!" re-echoed through the stand. The hero just reached down again and gathered up more sand. He tightened up his belt again and rearranged his cap; That look defiant still was seen upon his classic map. He did a hula-bula dance and twisted up his shins, And then confided to himself, “ Right here the game begins.”” The sun stood still, the crowd breathed not, no leaf stirred on But wails of anguish burst forth when the umpire called, “ Bea-l-l t- iad The blazing orb of neaven hid, for shame, behind a cloud, And no one in that mighty throng dared speak or breathe aloud. It was a time for mourning and the experts gave up hope, Regarding him reproachfully who had upset the dope. Pathetic was the look upon the erstwhile hero’s face; He desperately faced alone his one last hope of grace. Then cries of fury rent the air; the fans, athirst for gore Went simply raving crazy when the umpire called, ‘ f-o-u-r!"” "Tis best todraw the curtain now. There’s not much more to tell. They hooted him out of the box with one derisiv. For, sad to note, the idol had displayed his feet of ela; And fickle Fortune passed him by and went upon her way. He sauntered slowly to the bench, his great career a wreck; There was no one to comfort him or weep upon his neck. The papers called him ‘* Down and out,”’ he bade adieu to fame; But it was only till next day, for then he won a game! A FISH MARKET. advertisements please mention JUDGE. It will be appreciated. DISPLAYING BAD FORM.” THE CYNIC AND THE GRADUATE AUGH on, ob, cynics! as you please. Though time the temper sours, You'd gladly be a boy like these Among the lights and flowers. HER VIEWS. Marion—*1 wouldn't care to have a two-dollar graduating gown.”” Dorohy—* But it might get yous husband. Marion—* Well, I'd hate to have to dress the rest of my life on a precedert like that."" LONG-FELT WANT. Ted—* What makes you think that our magazines will improve?” Ned—** Sooner or later some one will invent a substitute for the poems used to fill up space at the bottom of pages.” A DOCTOR'S EXPERIENCE. MEDICINE NOT NEEDED IN THIS CASE It is hard to convince some people that coffee does them an injury! They lay their bad feelings to almost every cause but the true and unsuspected one. But the doctor knows. His wide ex- perience has proven to him that, to sore systems, coffee is an insidious poisoa that undermines the health. Ask the doctor if coffee is the cause of constipation, stomach and nervoss troubles. “1 have been a coffee drinker all ry life. I am now 42 years old, and wher | taken sick two years ago with nervost |prostration, the doctor said that ry that I would have to give up coffee. k and shaky I could ret of Postum, I asked my grocer if he any of it id, Yes," and that te used it in his family and it was all | claimed to be. So I quit coffee and commenced e Postum steadily, and found in aboct two weeks’ time I could sleep at night and get up in the morning f ing fresh. In about two months to gain flesh, I weighed pounds when I commenced on ! and now I weigh 167 and fer! better than I did at 20 years of age iy nd sleep well at night. My two chilccen wert great coffee drinkers, but they have not drank any since Postum came into the house, and are far more hesithy the? d to Wellvilie,"” found in packages.‘ There’s a Reason. Ever read the above letter? & new one appears from time % time. They are genuine, true, {full of human interest.