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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains several unrelated humorous sketches and short stories typical of Judge's satirical format: **"A Cute Trick"** (top): A joke about capturing the outlaw "Hurricane Bill" by exploiting his wife's infidelity—the sheriff uses her elopement as bait. **"Wrinkles," "To Be Sure," "A Sure Tip"**: Brief comedic dialogues about everyday situations (a man's facial wrinkles, poses for art, and marital advice). **"The Wrong Man"**: A story about boys tormenting a quiet, ministerial stranger with blood-curdling tales, expecting shock—but he reveals himself as a dime-novel writer, already familiar with such sensationalism. **"At the Zoo"**: A brief joke about a New Jersey mosquito at the zoo. The page represents Judge's mix of visual and textual humor targeting middle-class American readers, with no apparent political content or specific historical reference.
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A CUTE TRICK. Bronco I see there's five hundred dollars reward for Hurricane Bill. Reckon the sheriff "Il ketch him ?” Rast Rut ‘0; Bill was cute enough to get the sheriff's wife to elope with him when he skipped. The ole man wouldn't bring him back for a million.” WRINKLES. “ ir 5» a HER WAY, WANPA'S faceis. ff ae 1 i HEN Mabel plays des all kwinkled, ‘So is dwanma’s too, But they’s twite a lot of at whist, I vow, Quite frantic she will make one. diffunce , Sas . : i » She drives me crazy with Now I'm tellin’ 00; her tricks, Allthe kwinkly marks on But never can she ion take one. Anyway more'n half— Was lef there by frowns, 1iy- 4 IMMODEST. and dwanma’s Z Dorothy (on pass Was all lef” by laugh. s at ing a tree around tasty : whose trunk had been tacked, one above the TO BE SURE! other, several different- ly colored advertise- ments) should think any tree would be more modest than to wear such striped stockings in public. Mrs. McLubberty —" Murty, do yez be- lave the dead walk ?” MeLubberty—"AV = . they can affoord to be Tommy Havrick—" Yes, sir! I'm doing the best I can to make pop ¢hink I'm doing the best I roidin’ abl the toime ?” He’s over in the corn-lot watching me. - T! is no thorn THE WRONG MAN. in feminine flesh HE WAS @ pate, quiet, ministerial-looking little man and he like that of the rejected sat unmoved in the corner while the boys were telling yarns lover who finds happi- that would disturb the serenity of a cast-iron owl.: It was very ness elsewhere. disconcerting to observe his placid, even bored, expression after a particularly lurid fab- rication, and the boys put forth their best efforts. Sto- ries of blood-curdling advent- ure, tales of hair - breadth escape, gorgeous falsehood and pyrotechnics of vivid im- agination, he absorbed without wincing, and at last, after a stunning prevarication, he actually yawned, It was too much. The boys rose in disgust and fied. A gentleman who had been an amused witness of the unavailing efforts to surprise the quiet stranger took a seat beside him and said, “ Rather tall stories those boys were telling.” joined the stranger. “1 didn't.” “You didn’t? Why, you don’t mean to say—why, A SURE TIP. some of them were simply blood-curdling!_ Er—by- “What's that you just swal- the-bye, you are not a minister, are you lowed 2s, ma “No,” replied the other, rising with a far-away That's your wife. rete . : 4 “Well, you'll have a picnic look in his eyes; ““I'm a writer of dime novel __ AT THE 200. yeh digesting her.” caonce Torrax surrn, "Oh, mamma! is that one of those New Jersey mosquitoes ? comicbooks.com