Judge, 1913-04-05 · page 5 of 24
Judge — April 5, 1913 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains literary content rather than political satire. The top illustration "FROM HIMI" depicts a woman in bed receiving an April reminder about her June wedding—a domestic humor piece about marriage preparations. The center cartoon "AT THE COIFFEUR'S" shows a woman at a hair salon discussing a new hat with her stylist. The dialogue ("Does madame not think this shade of hair becoming to her?") is a gentle joke about women's vanity and fashion consciousness. The left column "Neighborly Plants" offers humorous gardening advice in verse, while the right column "Sonnet on Spring" provides romantic poetry about rural life. Overall, this is a lifestyle/humor page targeting affluent readers, focusing on domestic themes, fashion, and romance rather than political commentary.
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Neighborly Plants WHEN you plant your little gar- den In the spring, To the planting of it some Discretion bring. Don’t plant pussy-willows near The dogwood, please, Though 'tis safe to have Q-cumbers Near the peas. The I V’s cousins are the Four-o’clocks, And the shepherd's sprout will flourish Near the phlox. I'd suggest that ragged robin Marigold, And Jack-in-the-pulpit’s fee Be wealth untold. Follow these directions closely, For the flowers Need congenial mates, as well as Sun and showers. Oh, those Women! Marie—I wonder how old you are? Julia—I just told you my age. Marie—Yes; that’s what set me to wondering. FROM HIM! An April morning reminder that she is to be a bride in June |) (qaseanemnsacesenss SEEEEE AT THE COIFFEUR'S Francois—Does madam not think this shade of hair becom- ing to her? Ethelyn—Very ; and it goes beautifully with my new hat. Sonnet on Spring Written by a City Man HE SOFT-VOICED crow is singing low and sweet, The apple trees are full of fruit and flowers, The bullfrogs chirrup to the drowsy hours, And bearded farmers reap the bearded wheat. ’Tis noon and milking-time, and down the street The new-shorn cattle come through sunny bowers. Laden with sugar cakes, the ma- ple towers O’er milkmaids, silken-clad, with white-shod feet. Across the meadows, blue with gold- enrod, O’er smooth asphalted paths, I take the way Amid well-tended daisies, mile by mile, The ripened chestnuts lie upon the sod. The brooklet climbs the hill where lambkins bray. Ah, sweetheart, meet me at this season’s style ! —wWatsr G. Dey comicbooks.com