Judge, 1919-12-13 · page 6 of 36
Judge — December 13, 1919 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis This page contains two distinct literary works rather than political cartoons: 1. **"The New Address"** - An illustrated story segment (drawn by Calvert Smith) depicting a dramatic nighttime scene with a man in formal dress confronting a woman outdoors near a house, with a bird flying overhead. The accompanying dialogue shows a man asserting independence and defiance against social convention. 2. **"Extract of Violet"** by Hamilton Craigie - A poem about a maid named Violet who has spurned the narrator's romantic advances, preferring someone else. The poem expresses wounded pride over her rejection. Neither appears to contain political satire. Instead, these are literary and illustrative pieces typical of Judge magazine's broader cultural content—focusing on domestic drama, romance, and social manners rather than topical commentary.
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Drawn b, Catvert Suir Tue New Maybe you can trim it as well as I can, but I’m going to do it —and I'm going to do it in my own way. The world is changed my dear. I no longer kow tow before you. Tam aman, This is only the beginning. I have found a way. I have come to my own.” she knew then the worst “You have mentioned it—to othe she asked. “Yes. But—have no fear The outside world shall not “To whom have you men- tioned it?” “To the cook, and she is with me, toa man. We stand to- gether. If you doubt it I'll But Mrs. Higgby-Barret had fainted. And as he held her in his arms, her triumphant conqueror muttered to himself : “T guess there'll be no appeal from that decision.” Extract of Violet By Wastirton Crater N Violet I sadly see A maid inviolate to me— She scorns my suit, although ‘twas press’t In pleadings suitably address’t Alas, I fear she'll not relent My patrimony’s been Miss- spent, For I've been short of sense, forsooth ; I should have spent my time with Ruth. A score of tender notes re- turned But ill replace the ten’s I've burned To furnish incense for a maid Whose lightest mood by change was swayed A fickle Miss—her rare per- fume Remains within my sordid room: The fragrance of this scented verse Extracted from my empty Appress purse!