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This page combines advertisements with satirical humor typical of 1860s-era Judge magazine. **Main Content:** The prominent feature is a legal notice about Chartreuse liqueur, referencing a 1911 Supreme Court decision establishing that only the Carthusian Monks can use the "Chartreuse" name. This resolved a trademark dispute with the Cusenier Company. **Humor Sections:** The page includes several short jokes playing on wordplay and domestic situations—"When She Quit" (a cook resigns after being scolded), "Often the Case" (a marital pun about right and left hands). **Right Column:** "An Unhappy Family" presents personified social concepts as unattractive sisters: Miss-Government, Miss-Management, Miss-Demeanor, Miss-Fortune, and Miss-Take. This moralistic satire blames these abstract failings for societal problems, a common 19th-century rhetorical device. **Advertising:** The page also features period product ads (Hunter Baltimore Rye whiskey, cigars, paper warehouse), standard for Judge's revenue model. The page represents typical magazine content mixing commerce, legal notices, and satirical social commentary.

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HUNTER BALTIMORE RYE OVER THE BARS BEST OVER THE BARS Sold at all first-class cafes and by jobbers. WM. LANAHAN & SON, Baltimore, Md. LIQUID PISTOL rays a iene geretie Feqi ‘Over 8 shots ta ore ce or, pd oat oe Parker Stecras rs Gy Dashes atid ratyan ¥, EN 1G/ BRAINS 1GARS “MADE AT KEY WEST HENRY LINDENMEYR & SONS PAPER WA REHOUSE Nos. 22, 4.36 Bleecker Street Branch Warehou Beekman Street, New York ALL KINDS OP PAPER MADE TO ORDER Absorbing Soup. My soup makes noise whate’er I do; I cannot bail it. I guess it would be safer to Inhale it. —Blue Bull. When She Quit.—Mrs. Bacon—‘* When you spoke sharply to your cook, did she sit up and take notice?"’ Mra, Egbert—‘‘No; she stood up and gave notice.’"’—Blue Bull. Often the Case.—‘‘Wombat says his wife is his right hand.”” “Well?” “Sometimes he doesn’t let his right hand know what his left hand is doing."’ —Red Hen. Fa a a alec la ee ele tase alae adda alasiniladladdsla daaiesiaddesiesh becadianalecdclnctnainatedlnateatnadnalesdnadnetnadesdedesiecdecdeclncdoctedecbesiecieclediestecdestecdcteadociedasbeddeadosleddostosh : ~t is scladhadlesiediadiadiadiestasladiadieal SAA AAAI AA AR AA SAA AAR hesleleclclppcleleelpeleel Perrier etree ieee iets e etter tre IE sindaiaabiatal Since the decision rendered by the United States Supreme Court, it has been decided by the Monks hereafter to bottle CHARTREUSE (Liqueur Péres Chartreux) both being identically the same article, under a combination label representing the old and the new labels, and in the old style of bottle bearing the Monks’ familiar insignia, as shown in this advertisement. According to the decision of the U. S. Supreme Court, handed down by Mr. Justice Hughes on May 29th, 1911, no one’ but the Carthusian Monks (Péres Chartreux) is entitled to use the word CHARTREUSE as the name or designation of a Liqueur, so their victory in the suit against the Cusenier Company, representing M. Henri Lecouturier, the Liquidator appointed b and his successors, the Compagnie Fermiere de is complete. the French Courts, Grande Chartreuse, ‘The Carthusian Monks (Pares Chartreux), and they alone, have the formula or recipe of the secret process employed in the manufacture of the genuine Chartreuse, and have never parted with it. There is no genuine Chartreuse save that made by them at Tarragona, Spain. At Aret-class, Wine Merchants, Grocere, Hotats, Cafés, itjer & Co., 45 Broadway. New York, Sole Agents for the United States. ice tiesip lpabeaig selec sipelachechgelerteeh HEISEI se la slealeadlaadedealeiiadiadiediaaieatidiadiededladtediadiediemestestadedieseaedesiaied From a Scrap Book of the Sixties, AN UNHAPPY FAMILY. The ugliest and most mischievous Miss we ever knew was Miss-Goverm. ment.—Ex. Her sister, Miss-Management, is no beauty.—St. Louis Bulletin, Miss-Demeanor surpasses them both; while she is uglier and haughtier than either of her sisters, she is constantly getting courted.—Lezington Expositor. While we have no particular liking for Miss-Government, Miss-Menage- ment, or Miss-Demeancr, we have a de- cided dislike for Miss-Fortune. She is ever sticking her nose where she is not wanted.—Jeff. Ex. Among those unfortunate Misses may be placed Miss-Take, who is generally compelled to bear the blame for the acts of Miss-Government. Miss-Manage- ment, Miss-Fortune, and sometimes Miss-Demeanor. —St. Charles Reveille. As for us, we can indorse and even tolerate any of the above-named Misses as well, or even better, than Miss-An- Thropy. Of her we have a perfect ab- horrence.—St. Louis Adv. There are a whole family of Misses whose company had better be avoided: for instance, Miss-Chief, Miss-Leap, Miss-Judge, Miss-Quote, Miss-Repre- sent, Miss-Rule, Miss-Trust, ete.— Presb. Among the Miss-Cellaneous number of Misses, we would add that none leads to greater Miss-Eries than Miss-Spent Time. It is the Miss-Tress of Miss- Guided Youth. Man very frequently is Miss-Led from the Miss-Ion for which God designed him and becomes wedded to the alluring charms of this vain world and spends a life Miss-Employed. When too late, he finds he has been Miss- Matched and Miss-Ery is ever and anon staring him in the face.—A Sixtian. The Safety Chauffeur.—The thank-you- marm was a big one, and as Mrs. Wagg’s car bounded over it, the chauf- feur was jounced a full three feet up in the air, landing safely in his seat, how- ever, on his return. “You see, my dear Miss Dubbs,” said Mrs. Wagg, ‘why I call Wimps my safety chauffeur. He lights only on the box.’’—Harper's Weekly. The Real Reason.—The president of the Culinary Club was a good cook, but her English was somewhat faulty. “Mrs. Bostingbenes,"”’ she inquired, “will you be so good an’ to tell the ladies what makes cake crumbly?"’ “As far as I can ascertain,’’ replied Mrs. Bostingbenes, ‘‘it is an inexplicable lack of molecular adhesion.’’— Youngs- town Telegram. “All new arrivals are washed,’? ex plained the warder of the prison. “And if they make a fuss?” “Then they are ironed.""—Tit-Bits. Every lover of a good cocktail should call Abbot Bitters, Makes the best, COW Abbots Co., Baltimore, Md. In answering advertisements please mention JUDGE. 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