Judge, 1900-09-01 · page 10 of 16
Judge — September 1, 1900 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page satirizes the **Populist movement** of the 1890s through a letter from "Hiram Pennick," a self-described populist traveling Ohio on horseback to campaign. The satire targets populists' lack of education and sophistication: Pennick writes in deliberate misspellings and poor grammar ("edgucated man ner no orater"), undermining the movement's credibility. The cartoon mocks populist complaints about trusts, labor-saving machinery, taxes, and business corruption—genuine grievances presented through an ignorant, buffoonish speaker. Judge (a Republican publication) uses this device to delegitimize populist reform ideas by associating them with rural simplicity and illiteracy. The page also includes unrelated humorous items: "An Irish Bull" (ethnic humor), "Doors Not Comfortable" (a domestic joke), and "Overheard at Branchport" (wordplay about hair-restorer).
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