Judge, 1889-03-09 · page 6 of 20
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This page satirizes Colonel Bill Blair, a Tombstone, Arizona coroner, through a humorous montage of contradictory newspaper accounts from various Arizona towns. The joke: each paper reports different, increasingly unflattering versions of Blair's travels—he departs, returns for whiskey, arrives drunk, gets jailed overnight, yet somehow resumes his duties. The satire mocks both the subject (a hard-drinking frontier official) and frontier journalism itself, which apparently recycled the same gossip with embellished variations. The competing dispatches from Tombstone, Phoenix, Yuma, Tucson, and Prescott papers create absurdist humor through their conflicting narratives about one man's brief journey. Additional cartoons on the page—"Brazos River Fashion," "Miss Fad," "On the Line," and "It Worked Successfully"—are unrelated vignettes satirizing fashion, art world pretension, and a failed flying machine inventor. The overall tone is characteristic Judge material: ribald, frontier-focused satire aimed at 1880s readers.
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COL. BILL BLAIR EN ROUTE. A JOURNALISTIC NARRATIVE, (Brom the Tombstone, Ari, Epitaph.) COLONEL BILL BLAIR, our well-known coroner, departed this morning for the back country, on a brief so- journ. Bill was accompanied by a well-filled valise and a quart bottle, and will doubt- less have an enjoyable trip. Bon voyage, Bill. (Brom the same paper, next day.) Colonel Bill Blair will not leave until to-day. He had intended to start yesterday, as was announced in the Epitaph \ast night, but—well, he did get outside of ‘the fire limits, but he fortunately dis- covered that his bottle was empty and returned to town for supplies, Bill's friends will bid him farewell to-< (rom the Phair, Ariss, Bazee) Weenjoyed a pleasanteall from Colonel Wi Blair, the popular coroner of ourneighboring city of Tomb- stone. There is plenty of fun in Bill, and if he were tosit on our corpse we would surely come to life again. Bill was given a wet reception last night at Slippery Jim's. To the credit of Tombstone, he outdrank every man in the place. This included General Hillslogger, and our readers know that the general is no slouch himself. k for a permanent residence). packing. SCADMORE- ase, Bruer ? (rom the Prescott, Aris, Boomer) The up stage last night from Phacnix brought into our midst Colonel Bill Blair, coroner of the town of Tombstone. Colonel Blair was on our streets to-day, meeting some of the leading citizens in friendly converse. He is not in the best of health, we are sorry to learn. BRAZOS RIVER FASHION. Mr. BRUERTON ScapMore. (sho has been more than fortunate in Texas cattle, comes (From the Yuma, Ariss, Howler) Bill Blair of Tombstone, coroner of that place, is in town for a brief sojourn. He was sick last night, but was able to meet a few friends at the Miner's Retreat this morning. (Prom the Gita, Aria. Squetsher) Old Bill Blair of Tomb- stone was in town yesterday. Bill is coroner de facto, and we would advise him to sit on himself. (From the Tucson, Aris., Rustler.) Cross-eyed Blair,atough cit. of Tombstone, passed through Tucson last night on his way home. The vigilance committee was at the depot. Epitaph) Bill Blair is back. He is a little off color, having slept in the jug last night, but will be able to resume his duties as coroner to-morrow. Our readers will find Bill at the old stand, ready to pass judg- ment on able-bodied stiffs with neatness and dispatch. MISS FAD. She knows no lines of Shakespeare: ‘She cannot converse at all Her head is as empty of knowledge ball, ‘Asan india-rubber But in latest caprice of fashion ‘She never was known to fail; And so she has got there’ already To an ugly Hading veil Mxs, ScaDMORE (af the hotel on the morning following their arrival)—"* What ll L I've xot everything out of it.” ‘Open th’ winder an’ chuck it out in th’ road.”* ON THE LINE. Visitor (to exhibiting artist)—" Ah! just arrived > Congratulations! You're on the line at last. It's a glorious bit, AL: of your very best—such imagination, such depth, such boldne Exhibiting artist (gasping)—" Good heavens, man! they've hung it upside down!” It is strange that Longfellow knew not of the inter-state laws and yet wrote, “Try not the pa IT WORKED SUCCESSFULLY. Tue INVENTOR—" It's so simple it’s co to succeed. ‘There's nothing but the wings and this strong spiral spring, which I wind in this way, and then "— (as the spring breaks)—" Up we go!” comicbooks.com