Judge, 1900-12-29 · page 3 of 17
Judge — December 29, 1900 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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**Top Cartoon:** "Well Named" depicts two children - Frost Pierces and Chilly Nytes - discussing a dog. The joke plays on their names: Frost says the dog is "Woy," while Chilly observes he's "never found when I'm lookin' for him," suggesting the dog is elusive like cold weather. **Poem:** Charles Woodward Hutson's "In the Land Where the Oldest Are Young" appears to be nostalgic verse about childhood memories and legendary figures (Ali Baba, Jack the Giant Killer, Uncle Little Boy Blue). It romanticizes an idealized past. **Photographs Below:** Labeled "The Day He Rose Early," these show someone waking extremely early (half an hour after being called every morning except Christmas), depicting the absurdity of reluctant early rising - likely humorous commentary on work or discipline.
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WELL NAMED. Frosty Freres —'* W'y do yer call dat dog * Work “2” Cumty Nytes— ‘ause he’s never ‘round when I'm lookin’ for him.” IN THE LAND WHERE THE OLDEST ARE YOUNG. [ SHALL pass when the rim of the east Is ablaze with the ruby and gold Pulsed from a heart never cold — 1 shall pass to the land where the oldest are young. But what shall I find when this life has ceased, In the land where the oldest are young? Shall I meet in the day that is there All the friends that my childhood knew— Bo Peep and Little Boy Blue And the dame of great fame who lived in a shoe, And the voice and the pomp of the Bold Grenadier, In the land where the oldest are young? Shall I see by my side Chicken Little? Shall I roam in the house that Jack built? Our Henry, half an hour after being called, every morning in the year— Shall I slide with no sense of guilt Down its banisters merrily once and again? Shall I hunt in its pantry for victual, In the land where the oldest are young? Shall the forest of Sherwood deliver To the view of mine eyes enchanted The form of that bowman undaunted Who led his brave archers ‘gainst Torquilstone castle ? Shall I stretch his long bow and handle his quiver, In the land where the oldest are young ? Shall I possibly see the fierce forty Ali Baba outwitted so well ? Shall I gossip a while with Tell, Or travel with Gulliver gladly again, THE DAY HE ROSE EARLY, Or gaze upon Al-ah-deen’s genie warty, In the land where the oldest are young ? 1 I grow up enough to be dowered With a sight of the sweet Lorna Doone? Shall I sport me a Ronceval spoon Ina dish that Dugald Dalgetty has foraged, Or hear Alan Breck sing the chase of a coward, In the land where the oldest are young ? Of the thousands and thousands, the best Will be those that lived never on earth, But only in fancy had birth, When I pass to the land where the oldest are young : For they will be hosts and I shall be guest, In the land where the oldest are young. CHARLES WOODWARD HUTSON, — except Christmas morning, comicbooks.com