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This page from the satirical magazine *Judge* contains several distinct elements: **Main Cartoon:** "Private Life of Our Public Men" depicts a chaotic hunting scene, likely mocking a prominent public figure's obsession with big-game hunting. The crude, crowded composition suggests satirizing the gap between a politician's public image and private pursuits. **Articles:** Several brief satirical pieces mock affectation in the arts—criticizing artists and musicians who adopt eccentric appearance (long hair, unusual dress) to gain fame rather than relying on genuine talent. The pieces argue that true genius needs no theatrical posturing. **Anecdotes:** Humorous short stories about a mother mishearing children sing a parody (replacing hymns with comic lyrics) and a joke about George Washington's and Martha's heads on postcards, with the quip that "women will have the last word." **Advertisements:** The page also contains period ads for Chartreuse liqueur, railroads, and medical devices. The overall tone is satirical, targeting pretense and humbug across society.

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EEE EEEEES ES EOS The Original and i Genuine Chartreuse : > has always been and still is made by the Carthusian Monks (Péres Chartreux), who, since their expulsion from France, have been located at Tarragona, Spain; and, although the old labels and insignia originated by the Monks have been adjudged by the Federal £ Courts of this country to be still the exclu- S sive property of the Monks, their world- renowned product is nowadays known as bb > pty —CxreN AND YELLOw— PEEEEEESEEESEESELETES ESTES CHICAGO ST. LOUIS KANSAS CITY via the Chicago 2 Alton Automatic Block Signals Rockballasted Roadbed Electric Lighted Trains Unexcelled Dining Service e_Only Double Track Railros. between Chicago and St. Louis ISeeseapssanasenecnessssvbivneetrin To market, to market, Some flyscreens to buy; Home again, home again, To wallop the fly! —Buffalo News. To market, to market, Some beaters to lug: Home again, home again, To wallop the rug! —Youngstown Telegram. Hard on the Artistic Temperament. The so-called eccentricities of genius are nine-tenths of them either affecta- tions of mediocrity or the aberrations of degeneracy. (If I could think of a few more ponderously polysyllabic epithets to bestow upon the subject, I would use them just to show that there are no hard feelings against the dictionary.) Some scribbler, whose writings would be ignored with contempt if he acted as other men do, thinks that by playing the mountebank he can win notoriety and make his books sell. Some piano- pounder, whose efforts would be chiefly effective for reducing rents in his neigh- borhood, thinks that by cultivating a chrysanthemum-like head of hair he can pose as an illustrious virtuoso. Some third-rate dabbler in art or literature, of depraved and degenerate propensit thinks that by posing as an eccentric genius he can secure exemption from the moral law and be permitted to in- dulge his unclean passion for miscellane- ous ‘‘affinities’’ at will. It is a sad demonstration of popular gullibility that now and then such trick- ery is successful. But there never was 4 poet who could not have written as good poetry with short hair as with long hair, There never was an artist who could not paint as good a picture while wearing a four-in-hand as while wearing a Windsor scarf, There never was a genius who would not have been just as great a genius if he had been obedient to the Seventh Commandment.— Willis Fletcher Johnson, in the New York Uni- versity Optimist. Pastor Heard Parody.—A South Side mother who occasionally takes her chil- dren to the theater was greatly pleased cne afternoon recently to hear them sing what she thought was one of their Sun- day-school songs. When the pastor called a day or so later, the mother de- cided to have the youngsters sing the song for him. **What song do you mean, mamma? asked the little girl. “The one I heard you singing on the porch,” replied mother. “Oh, I know what it i: exclaimed the little boy, and, with his sister pip- ing a childish alto, he loudly caroled, “**Oh, you must be a lover of the landlord’s daughter or you won't get an extra piece of pie.” '’— Youngstown Tele- gram. George Washington's head is on the message half of the double postcards, while Martha's ison the reply. Women will have the last word.—Detroit News, PRIVATE LIFE OF OUR PUBLIC MEN. NAL OF oats The big game bunter in his sanctum ‘Mtres—PLAPAO LABORATORIES, Block 202, St, ‘Louis, Bo. — London Punch. In answering advertisements please mention JUDGE. It will be apprecinted. comicbooks.com