Judge, 1899-03-18 · page 3 of 16
Judge — March 18, 1899 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis **Top Cartoon ("Little Business"):** A stranger in Georgia asks a Native about cattle-raising profits. The Native replies that slow cattle rates make profits impossible—a joke about regional economic hardship, likely post-Civil War Georgia struggling with agricultural recovery. **Bottom Section ("A Brief Selection from Saint Bilious" and "They Came in a Bunch"):** This appears to be satirical moral/religious commentary rather than political cartooning. The "Saint Bilious" text mocks excessive moralizing and self-righteousness. The accompanying illustration shows Jack Burroughs (labeled as "about to start for the Klondike"), depicting the Klondike Gold Rush era. The narrative follows his departure and later return, suggesting satire about frontier adventurism or get-rich-quick schemes of that period. The page blends humor about regional economics, moral hypocrisy, and the Gold Rush phenomenon.
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LITTLE Bi STRANGER (in Georgia)—'*Any profit in raising cattle around here ?* Native—" Naw ; the trains run so blame slow that we can't git a cow killed nohow.”” A BRIEF SELECTION FROM SAINT BILIOUS. BREATHE not. for the air reeketh with the germs of vengeance. Drink not, for the tank of man is frail and exceeding weak. ‘Think not, talk not, lest upon thee falleth the curse of prostration, Eat not, lest ye be eaten by the worm that crawleth and written of by the scribe that puffeth the departed ; for ‘tis thus the man who heedeth not goeth. So saith the wise men who enscribe prescriptions and violate exceed ing much their own commandments. Man who eateth much and exerciseth little waxeth fat and falleth of his own weight before his time cometh. He puffeth from his lungs. Yea, he puffeth and about his ankles. is as a sugar-loaf covered w ts. It is sweet, and its Yet I say unto you, him who heedeth not findeth it sweet till the — sweetness vanisheth to him who taketh sly the words of these who storm of death cometh, and it dissolveth, sweetening the flood that sweep- pretend. It passeth away grain by grain and is buried in the earth. eth it away. DAVID M, TALMADGE. THEY CAME IN A BUNCH. i beige star Jor the Kiet)" Gonder, Six months later he gets a barrel of letters, has to have fuel, uses them and Sue—" Ves, darling, I will write to you every day.” saves his life, comicbooks.com