Judge, 1915-06-12 · page 5 of 24
Judge — June 12, 1915 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This page features circus-themed illustrations and poetry rather than political satire. The top shows three circus attractions: a hippopotamus, a grizzly bear, and an African elephant, with people viewing them from outside and inside perspectives. Below are three standalone pieces: a romantic poem titled "She Answered Yes" about a proposal; a sketch about domestic life titled "Practice What You Preach"; and a longer poem called "The Long Road" about a wanderer's travels. The central illustration depicts a woman with an umbrella. The content appears to be general entertainment and humor rather than social commentary. There's no clear political messaging or recognizable caricatures of public figures. The page demonstrates Judge's broader editorial scope beyond political cartoons, including poetry, romance, and whimsical illustrations for general amusement.
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JOBOTAMUS THE CIRCUS FROM THE POSTER POINT OF VIEW AND Practice What You Preach Many a man preaches home rule and his wife practices it. She Answered Yes HE ANSWERED Yes—oh, thrilling word! Word I shall nevermore forget! What boon that sweet reply conferred, When love with equal love was met! Full many a circling sun hath set Since that fond scene of youth occurred. She answered Yes—oh, thrilling word! Word I shall nevermore forget! kao’ = Ah, how my deepest soul was stirred, When I—the memory moves me yet (You smile? No wonder)—overheard My rival win the fair Jeannette— She answered Yes—oh, thrilling word! Word I shall nevermore forget! =Philip B. Strong. Whether an experience should be re- garded as a misfortue or a lesson usually depends on the person, THEY KEEP US GUESSING SUMMER OR WINTER FROM THE INSIDE The Long Road I‘E BANGED about the world a bit Since I've been roamin’ free; Most every sort of trail I've hit, By mountain, plain or sea. I've bummed it south and east and west, And northward now and then, Though that cold climate ain’t the best For rovin’ gentlemen. I've heard them ‘‘tinkly temple bells’’ That rings in Mandalay; I know the sights and sounds and smells Of Mississippi Bay. I've been in ‘silken Samarkand,"* I've beached in Borneo, I’ve baked on old Sahara's sand, And starved in Buffalo. Yet there is places I ain't seen, And so, until I do, T'll hit the trail with ardor keen, Like I'm accustomed to; And when I've finished up the job And stopped at every shore, I'll cock my hat upon my knob And wander round some more! —Berton Rraley. comicbooks.com