Judge, 1910-12-10 · page 5 of 24
Judge — December 10, 1910 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three satirical pieces from Judge magazine: 1. **"The New Member"** by Landsburgh Wilson mocks a newly elected congressman as blushing, naive, and overly idealistic about politics, suggesting he'll quickly learn that self-interest matters more than principle. 2. **"A Winter Wooing"** by Charles C. Jones is a sentimental poem about romantic rejection, unrelated to politics. 3. **"The Latest Jokes"** presents a joke about obtaining a marriage license, playing on bureaucratic procedures. 4. **The main illustration** titled "Putting His Instruction to Use" depicts a boy receiving military instruction indoors while a couple discusses his activities. The caption suggests the boy is learning about "the enemy's intentions"—likely satirizing how children absorbed militaristic or spy-craft rhetoric during an era of international tensions (appears early 20th century).
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plane? The New Member. By M:LANDBURGH WILSON. OW TO the house has come A member new and blushing, And when he lifts his voice We know there'll be no hushing. In person you can see He's quite an old-time model. He's bald and rather short, Resentful of a coddle. His polities? At once You'll see their true direction When you are well informed He changed the whole complexion. And yet we do not wait For him to make a blunder; All that he i Our baby The Latest Jokes. 6c AVE you noted the flock of jokes that has come in with the aero- on “Yep; some of them fall pretty flat, too.” AT THE MINSTRELS. Mr. Tamby—" Lace dat dey requires alicense dese days to push a baby carriage.” "What sort of a license. Mr. nto" Why, a marriage license.” PUTTING HIS INSTRUCTION TO USE. fh, brother Jo, what are you doing there ?"" Jo—* Hist! I''m a boy scout getting information of the enemy's intentions." A Winter Wooing. - By CHARLES C. JONES. Pr THE chill of gray December I was bent on doing What I wanted most—remember, ‘Twas a winter wooing! She was pretty, chic, and sprightly As a playful kitten; I her hand requested lightly, And I got the mitten! Yet I do not sit in sorrow, Sighing like a bellows; Joy I need not much to borrow From the other fellows. Not by keen regret I'm bitten For a single minute— It is true I got the mitten, But her hand was in it! Puffed with Pride. 66 AMMA, who is ’at funny man?" “That, my child, is a police “Why does he frow out his tummy?"” “Hush, child! He thinks that is his chest.’ comicbooks.com