Judge, 1901-04-06 · page 10 of 16
Judge — April 6, 1901 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page contains multiple satirical cartoons and jokes typical of early 20th-century American humor: **"The Same Old Joke"** mocks the perennial false spring—Washington officials promise warm weather, poets celebrate spring, yet April brings a blizzard instead. The satire targets both government incompetence and predictable seasonal disappointment. **"Question!"** is an ethnic joke playing on Scottish stereotypes (Bobby Burns) and golf, representing common period humor. **"A Safe Place"** depicts a Jewish character (Isaacs) storing papers in a bathtub—likely satirizing immigrant domestic habits or anxiety about document safety. **"Sampson and Tradition"** compares the biblical strongman to a modern socialite still using crude weapons (the "jawbone of an ass"), contrasting ancient necessity with modern affectation. **Other pieces** include political debate about socialism and railroads, a sleeping animal cartoon, and racial humor (the Bishop and "Yaller Sport" dialogue) reflecting period attitudes toward African Americans. The page represents Judge's mix of wordplay, visual gags, and social commentary targeting immigrants, politicians, and social trends.
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]) THE SAME OLD ‘JOKE. HE shops were filled with blossoms (Of papar, cloth, and wire); The poets raved of ** Springtime,” And ‘ Love” and ‘* Youth's ) Desire ; BBS 1d Deacon Jones asserted : RY “ Ther won't be no more cold ;” YAU From Washington officials Poured seeds on seeds, untold ; ‘The weather bureau publishe * Continues warm, and fair In mansion and in cottage The floors were wet and bare ; ‘The storm doors left their places Before the vestibule ; Along there came a blizzard Hurrahing : ‘April Foo! !" win t, sane, QUESTION! ‘*ROBBY BURNS was a great Scotsman,” ex- Acsive AES. claimed Tavish Mac Lristan . Isaacs—" My tear, haf got dese papers all arrainched. Vhere kin I put dem so dey don't “Oh, I don't know,” replied Billy Barlow, “What gered eS e was his golf record? Mas, Isaacs—"' Dake dem up-stairs, Ikey, an’ pud dem in der'bath tub.” SAMPSON AND TRA- » DITION. HAT humble hero, Samson, Who had no guns of brass, Was forced to use in warfare The jawbone of an ass. But now his modern namesake, Though strictly upper class, Still wields that vulgar weapon, ‘The jawbone of an ass. Louise riituirs. OH, WOFUL DAY! Warwick—" Yes, sir, 1 be- lieve in socialism. 1 believe it would be a blessing to the people if the government were to ap- propriate to itself all the rail- roads in the country, and run them as it does the postal busi- ness.” Wickwire —“ Hum ph! And you'd have the United States government backing up with its authority the sleeping- car porters !” THE average graduate from the school of experience goes into the home for reminis- Tommy Beaver, who is something of an artist, plays a joke on old Leather Tail while he is asleep. cents. USELESS PRECAUTION. IN FOGGY WEATHER. Mr. Tellitt—"\ heard at the club to-day that Mrs. Ketchum's hus- Foster—| understand that an English company is going into this band had run away from her.” liquid air business on a rather extensive scale. They claim they have a Mrs. Tellitt —" That isn’t strange. She only married him because Plan to manufacture it at but a nominal cost.” ., she was afraid of getting left.” Felton —“Ab, | see, ‘They'll just take the air that is in London.” Mr, Tellitt —“ Well, isn't she?” so, Oi the VAN bs mS ANPP Pas rig i WARN ed Me GL Bisuor (of colored tabernacle)—'* What you doin’ in dat trottin’ wagin on der Sabbath day, an’ you a member of de church 7” . Bisttop—"* Dis am a fine exerbition fur a bishop ob de church! If T lib VALLER SPORT (trying fo wiggle out of the serape)—* V'se jist bin down ter see dat yaller nigger agin, I done bet I'll take de Beelzebub outer him fur ter de church ter fotch youse home, Bishop, an’ foun’ youse gone. Jump in der _ gitten me inter dis coffin on wheels wid dis quiet lamb.” : wagin, my ole * Beelzebub’ ’Il take you home quiet es a lamb, shure.” comicbooks.com