Judge, 1899-09-16 · page 4 of 16
Judge — September 16, 1899 — page 4: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains miscellaneous humor pieces and a two-panel comic strip titled "HAD NO BOTTOM IN IT." The strip shows a domestic scene where a woman (appearing to be a wife) confronts a man (Uncle Jeff) about a chair. In the first panel, Uncle Jeff sits in a chair that breaks beneath him. In the second panel, the woman tells him to "go long wild; you; dey ain't no bottom in it"—a dialect joke playing on the chair's broken state and the man's fall. The surrounding text pieces are brief comic anecdotes on various topics (cards, horses, babies, etc.). This is typical filler content from early-20th-century humor magazines. The "Joe Miller's Jestbook" reference in the decorative frame suggests these are traditional jokes rather than commentary on contemporary political events.
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How cag vou hold so much of grace and tong, et give so much away? Only last night you charmed a splendid throng, ‘Another comes to-day Must be the muses love vou, and so give Ambrosial food, on which sweet singers live, ANSWERING IN THE AFFIRMATIVE, sefoe 2S your baby much ?* “Well, the neighbors always ask when they call whether or not he feels better than he did last night.” IN GOOD TIME, M) SIEE always goes through my pockets, Not before I get up — there's the rub — Hut slyly it’s done in the evening Hefore I have gone to the club, MIGHT BE SOME MISTAKE, ACHEL was much surprised to learn that her new baby brother had no name. du you know he belongs to us, mamma inquired anxiously. ALL IN THE GAME, MY LUCK at cards is always peor, No matter what the game may be. The most unworthy cards, I'm sure, Invariably are dealt to me. Bat never luck so ill they say But cards may change and bring you gold, ‘And when at love with Prue I play You'd envy me the hands I hold. NOY YARHRLL GHEKNR. SAID BY A HORSE -FAN- CIER’S DAUGHTER. oe? ES MAMMA ‘s home,” said Margie on one occasion when she had responded toa ring at the front door. “She's out in ze kitsen, curryin’ off ze wange.” BUSINESS PUSH. Swindelblum —" shall told you somedings, Mosey. Rosenzsky, der undertaker, vitnessed his first pase-pall game to-day und made a fool ohf him- selluf.” Kohen— Did he make some take- anickel blunder Swindelblum —* 1 shoodt say so; somepotty in der crowd shouted that Casey vas a* dead one.’ und Rosenzsky jumped over der fence to secure charge ohf der body.” A HOMELY DEFINITION. * PAW, what's harmony?” * “ Harmony, Ezry, is a big pile of dry wood and a snappin’ cold spell of weather.” A NEW PROCESS. UST look, mamma, quick!" ex- claimed Beth, who had for the first. time seen baby's new tooth. “Baby ‘s hatched one of his upper teeth, honest true.” THE AUTUMNAL EQUINOX. HE north wind drives a frighted fleet Across a ghostly sky ; ‘The apple-branches toss and beat Where ruddy fruit hangs high ; And, fiercely, on my window pane Dashes the cold September rain, HAD NO BOTTOM 1D * Waele Jeff, you gwine to fall (roo dat chalr,jedgin’ from de comlition ob iis boccom ob it.’ > we TLLERS Ss JEST BOOK iy NO. I.—CHAUNCEY DEPOT. 's design for stained-glass windows to be placed in, Cc J the national museum at Washington, D. GETS OUT OF AMMUNITION. 's a spendthrift, dad 2” 1e’s a fellow who imagines he has UNcLE Jerr—" Go long wid you; dey in't no bottom in it.” comicbooks.com