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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains several satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century American humor: **"A Shattered Dream"** mocks upper-class women's fantasies of "simple country living." The joke: a city woman escapes to the countryside seeking nature and simplicity, but her vacation is ruined—she forgot her vanity box. The satire targets the hypocrisy of wealthy urbanites who romanticize rural life while remaining utterly dependent on luxury goods. **"A Midsummer Resort's Dream"** is a cynical verse about vacation hospitality, depicting how resort hosts systematically fleece guests through card games and betting, with everyone conspiring "to best the guest." **"The Psalm of the Happy Medium"** is self-promotional copy praising Judge magazine itself as mood-boosting reading material—gentle satire of advertising language. The remaining items are brief comic quips about forgetfulness, health, and social etiquette. The large illustration depicts what appears to be a resort or leisure setting with multiple figures. The overall tone reflects Judge's typical satirical focus on upper-class pretension and social absurdity.

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A Shattered Dream By L. B. Brrpsaue HE had come to the country to rest, to get far away from the cloying. urtificial life of the big city She intended to forget all about social duties for one glorious month and to com- mune with ure—pure, unadulterated Nature. For four joyous weeks she would lead the simple life with all these simple folk. It would — Customer- be delightfully unique and New Clerk refreshing. She hummed an old-fashioned tune in the fullness of her heart as she seated herself before the mirror in the quaint old dress: ing-table. She would just brush up a little before going down to supper—her first neal in her wonderful new environment. Confidently, she opened her handbag nd felt within. The song died on her lips ind a pallor of fear mounted her cheeks. Like a frenzied person she shook the con- tents of the bag out upon the dresser-top. scattering them around in feverish haste. Then she sat back and groaned in despa Her holiday was blighted. Her C «ream ot joy had become a hideous night- mare. She would have to return to the city at once. She had forgotten to bring her vanity box! ~< TAR Or A Drawn by WK. Stammere $f A.C Drawn by 3. K. Bavass 1 WANT AN ALPACA COAT TO PUT ON AROUND THE oFricy Yes, sin, WHat size ts THE OFFICE A Midsummer Resort's Dream By Quix Avcustes F yas Tey advertise they rest the guest The hostess’s cousin gets the best. The hostess’s Paw—you've guessed the rest Plays cards and warmly bets the guest. The latter loses, bets the rest Of all he owns; Paw wrests the best The host—none other—gets the rest, And all combine to best the guest. Silly Question es has gone South for his health.” “Cut “TI said for his health.”’ The Psalm of the “Happy Medium” By K. Rea Out UDGE is my bit of sun- shine that I can not do without. It helpeth me to make myself comfortable, at the close of a busy day; it help: eth me to forget my troubles. It restoreth my good humor, which leaveth me many times a day Yea. tho’ I lose my tem per, and feel like firing some one. I have no fear of becom- ing a grouch, because JuDct is lying on my office desk; its optimism and its good cheer, they comfort me. It cometh through the mail each week and when it is late, yea, it maketh me feel like torturing the postman. It keepeth up my spirits in the presence of my enemies. Surely, happiness shall follow me all the days of my life, for I shall subscribe for Juvce forever. For Flagon Spirits Happy—What did the waiter put in Blink’s tea that made him gallop about so? Heppy—Not sure. Decanter, I guess. Tanned Journalistically “What are you so mad about?” “T was just roasted by the Sun.” Mother—Wuy, Eruet, | vox't Twix t's VERY LADYLIKE TO LET ANYONE KNOW YOU'VE A HOLE IN YOUR sTocKING!