Judge, 1896-09-26 · page 3 of 16
Judge — September 26, 1896 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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# Page 195 of Judge Magazine: Analysis This page contains multiple unrelated humorous sketches typical of Judge's format. The top illustration, "A Genius," depicts a bearded man in bed claiming he's "blooded out in ye gin" but only gets "insensible th' hotel folks" to notice—satirizing self-important braggarts. "The Crooked Counterfeiter" tells of an Idaho counterfeiter arrested for forging lead into gold coins, with the ironic punchline that he'd "not trust an angel now" in Idaho—mocking frontier lawlessness. Lower sketches include "His Journalistic Experience" (about newspaper waste), "A Foregone Conclusion" (theater gossip), "In the Park" (a botanical joke about dog-wood), and "How He Turned Out" (missionary humor). These are gentle, society-focused gags rather than hard political satire.
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Wee Uff Dewr drow F = THe Gass FARMER Hayick (fo Aimself)—"* Thar, b'gosh ! extract my tooth ‘ithout pain. A dollar saved is a dollar earned, b'gosh !” THE CROOKED COUNTERFEITER. AN IDYL OF WYOMING. AY out in Pocatello, Bannock county, Idaho— You want to put the accent on, and murmur soft and low— On the borders of Wyoming, where the Kocky mountains high Bare all their rugged grandeur to a splendid sapphire sky ; Near the Shoshone reservation, where the savages reside, Where antelope and buffalo graze on the mountain side, ‘The gentle savage grabs his gun and scalps the pale-face foe, Way out in Pocatello, Bannock county, Idaho. Way out in Pocatello, Bannock county, Idaho, Where the mountain torrents quiver and the silvery cascades flow, A counterfeiter had his pal arrested, it is said. For ringing in upon his chum a spurious grade of lead. ‘The virtuous counterfeiter wept as though his heart would break— ‘That Piute Pete has turned to be a viper or a snake ! He tried to do his fellow-man—to play it way down low. T woul! not trust an angel now, way out in Idaho "* AMES KINSELLA, tell it by its bark ?" HOW HE TURNED OUT. AFRICAN EXPLORER-~"* How did that new missionary turn out that was sent here last year?” Kine Cuewnurts I've blowed out th’ gas. "Bout th’ time I git insensible th’ hotel folks ‘Il smell it, break in th’ door, an’ HIS JOURNALISTIC EXPERIENCE. SeTHEN you have had experience in the newspaper business, eh?” he asked of the rich old codger. “Ob, yes. I have spent a good deal of money with the newspapers.” “Er—in getting articles printed about you?” “ Yes, and in keeping them out.” A FOREGONE CONCLUSION. Strawber—" Miss Slimson wore the largest hat she could at the play with me the other night, and yet I always thought she was so considerate.” Singerly—" She knew she would sit in the last row.” Miss Bloomerite —" What kind of a tree is that?” Her companion (facetiously)—" Why, that is dog-wood. Can't you ‘That feller? Wy, that feller turoed out to be a regular pudding.” IN THE PARK. - CAUSE FOR GRATITUDE. Parson Goopaan — “Ah, Brother Jones, I'm glad to see you're able to be at church again.” BuotneR Joxes— ‘Sd am I, parson, Th’ doctor says all | need now is plenty of sleep t' put me on my feet again.” comicbooks.com | |