Judge, 1900-06-23 · page 9 of 25
Judge — June 23, 1900 — page 9: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three distinct satirical pieces mocking contemporary American figures and social types circa the 1890s. **"How It Happened"** ridicules a Populist politician whose speech devolves into absurd verbal tangles ("tumble son of hoil," "tit or jottle"). The accompanying dialogue reveals he was formerly a contortionist, suggesting Populist politicians are literally and figuratively twisted. Two rural farmers discuss him, with one defending his "good sense" despite the nonsense—satirizing Populist appeal to working-class voters. **"A Deep Interest"** shows a young boy asking an adult about marriage proposals, with the adult deflecting by claiming the child's interest in the matter is heartwarming—a gentle joke about romantic intrigue. **"The Summer Paradox"** jokes that a "watering-place" (beach resort) is where people drink everything *except* water, mocking the leisure habits of wealthy vacationers. The illustrations employ exaggeration and wordplay typical of Judge's satirical style, targeting political incompetence and upper-class absurdity.
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That little brother of yours is mighty inquisitive. A DEEP INTEREST. Oh, you mustn't mind Willie, He bas my interest so much at heart.” HOW IT HAP- PENED. eeRE ER-CITI- F L began the orator, who was afflicted with acute populism, ad- vancing to the front of the platform and pulling down his vest with an appropri- ate gesture, “1 was not cradled in the luck of lap- tury—I mean, the lap of luxury, Tam but a hum- ble ton of soil—that is, a tumble son of hoil—I should say, a bun of soiled tumble—a soiled son of — er—ah—I am a humble son of toil, When a mere child I imbibed the words of the immortal Jefferson, that every man has a right to enjoy life, liver and the perhaps of suitiness —I mean, fe, happiness and the pursuit of liver—that is, life, liberty and the pur- suit of happiness—and 1 have never departed one tot or jittle—I should say, one jit or tottle—er—er— one tit or jottle "—— “What in tunkett is the matter with that fel- ler, Ezry?* asked Farmer Stackpole of the neigh- bor who had persuaded him to come and bathe in ManeL—"' Why, Freddie! what are you doing ?” Freppie—" Why, I heard that men were awfully scarce at the beach this summer, and I'm going down and take things by storm.” Last night he had the nerve to ask me if I hadn't proposed to you yet.” the flow of eloquence. “How'd he ever git to talkin’ in that ‘ere twisted- up nranner 2” “ Aw," replied Farm- er Hornbeak, who was waggishly inclined, “ be- fore he went into politics he was a professional con- tortionist, and there's been a whisper that at one time he led a double life; and since he has got mixed up with the populists he has continued to have his feet where his head ought to be. But, honest, Lyman; in spite of his tanglefica- tion, don't ye think he talks just about as good sense as any of the rest of ‘em?" rom », Moncan, HER: PLAN, THE summer girl who packs! her trunk Beside the waves to hie Puts trust in providence and keeps Her bathing-suit quite dry. THE SUMMER PARADOX, Freddie—" What's a watering-place, dad?” Cobwigger —" A re sort where they drink ev- erything but water.” comicbooks.com