Judge, 1900-09-15 · page 6 of 16
Judge — September 15, 1900 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This page from the satirical magazine **Judge** contains multiple cartoons satirizing American society and politics: **"How He Proved It"** mocks biblical literalism by using scripture ("all men are liars") to "prove" fishermen are liars—a joke about circular logic and bad theological reasoning. **"Reasons for Selling"** references **William Jennings Bryan**, the populist politician and presidential candidate. A con artist selling a fraudulent "gold-brick" (scam) fears Bryan will see him with wealth, suggesting Bryan's anti-wealth politics and reputation for opposing the wealthy made him a cultural figure who'd scrutinize ill-gotten gains. **"The New Journalism"** criticizes sensationalist newspaper practices: excessive pictures, scandal, lies, and fear-mongering dominate while actual news occupies only two columns—commentary on the emerging "yellow journalism" era. **"Between Friends"** uses racial dialect humor (typical for the era) about a woman's disguise at a masquerade ball enabling romantic deception. The page reflects turn-of-century anxieties about journalism, populist politics, and social pretense.
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py MM) ail 1 i Ht mn = Cus-Dinns ~ Para Hepcentoe (a trifle near-sighted)—"* Well, if here isn't mamma back from town already !” HOW HE PROVED IT. AFTER some further discussion he said he could prove from the bible that fishermen were liars, We dared him to do his worst. “ Well.” he said, “ fishermen are men, I reckon.” We agreed with the reckoning, whereupon he produced a scripture passage which read substantially as follows: “ All men . are liars. FOR SELLING. Fanaen IAvrake—" Why dew yew offer this gold-brick so cheap: Buxco-max—"'’Sh! I've got ter dine wid me fren’, William Jennings Bryan, in half an hour, an’ I wouldn't have him see gold on me fer de world.” THE NEW JOURNALISM NE pages of rubbish, wo pages of Forty-six pages of scan: Served to us piping hot Seventeen hundred pictures— Death, disease and despair: Lies and fakes and fakes and lies Sandwiched in everywhere. ‘Thirty-four sad comic pages Printed in reds, greens and blues; Thousands of items we don't care to read— y Bat only two columns of news. NEWS OF THE LINKS. Yesterday Mr. Toozle drove a golf-ball three hundred yards. a AW CIN) \g Ay Wf a URdIANY BETWEEN FRIENDS. Miss j . Oh, yes: he fell in love wif me at sight. It was at de masquerade-ball, yo’ know.” Miss Um! Now I undahstand. How was yo’ disguised?” comicbooks.com