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# "The Unsuccessful Coon-Hunt: A Case of Mysterious Disappearance" This satirical comic strip depicts a hunting expedition gone wrong. The repeated panels show hunters (labeled "Mr. Witheridge") pursuing what the title calls a "coon" (raccoon), with the animal repeatedly eluding them through increasingly absurd mishaps—falling from trees, tumbling over logs, and getting tangled in pursuit. The humor relies on slapstick physical comedy: incompetent hunters repeatedly failing despite their determined efforts. Each panel caption emphasizes their frustration ("Dar he goes!" "Now we's got him") as the raccoon vanishes mysteriously between attempts. This represents typical late-19th/early-20th-century Judge magazine humor: rural hunting misadventures played for laughs through visual gags and exaggerated dialect.
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ALFQUR says there may be an ice-famine, but he shall refuse to credit the report until the corpses are put on exhibition. cee THE RAINY SEASON last summer had a curious effect on the apple crop. We observe there is far more water in cider than ever before. KILGORE has won a good deal of reputation, but we feel sure that he will never attempt anything great without putting his foot in it. cee At THE CLOSE of the next legisla- ture J. W. Husted will begin his truly farewell tour, and it will continue between sessions for probably twenty Bats se D®. FUNK of the prohibition Voice talks so ferociously of fighting, forcing the fighting, and so on, that we sometimes think he takes gun- powder in his. HEN KILGORE is in a hurry to get somewhere he says he “hits the ground only in high places,” and wwe dare say the high places are ground to a dead level whenever he hits. SPOKEN gage, I think he'll not chide me.” UGH GRANT can get five hundred dollars for writing a foolscap page of matter dictated to him from the bible. But this is pretty cold weather, and Hughey needs the foolscap for the protection of his noble head. ALOUD. Evert (tho sees the old gentleman's shadow) —"* Of course I disobeyed my father in going fishing, but when he finds out that I have taken a nice string to Mr. Cuttley, who holds our farm mort- 5] [SEMAN TURNER made a very good record in congress, and for that reason he feels that the existing chill in his district, which promises an overwhelming ice-crop, is not to be accounted for. HE COUNT OF PARIS fought for us when we needed his sympathy, and we can give him ours at the same time that we swing our hats for the foreign government that makes a sov- ereign of every citizen. THE LEGISLATURE of Vermont has formally protested against opening the world’s fair on Sunday. Perhaps if that body wanted to be wholly moral it would protest against opening it on any other day. USTICE MILLER was a farm- hand up to his thirtieth year. Our friends of the farmers’ alliance will re- member that we predicted his success as long ago as when he broke steers and got hang-nails by picking stones out of stubble. ART NOTE—Pictures of distinguished persons are quite common in the newspapers now. We notice one of the man who “scratched twenty-eight years,” though whether he did it to his ticket or his cuticle is not shown; and there is a resurrection of old Mrs. Yours-for-health, with a smile on her face that, if not exactly all wool, is at least a yard wide. THE UNSUCCESSFUL COON-HUNT. A CASE OF MYSTERIOUS. DISAPPEARANCE. Mr. WITHERDER git along ’s fast ez I kin.” rm —"'Dar he goes! Wow!" *Now fer a rassle! in Dinwiddie county.” ‘Keep yo! eye on him, ole feller. Dey's blame deceivin’.” —""'Fo' d’ gre’t yaller hoodoo! ef dey yaint went ‘n ‘xterminated dar selves. When I tell d’ ole mammy dat, she sw'ar I's lyin’, Da's d’ bes’ coon- comicbooks.com