Judge, 1901-04-06 · page 7 of 16
Judge — April 6, 1901 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains satirical commentary on contemporary American society, circa early 1900s. **"The Cashier"** satirizes embezzlement—a young bank employee rises through ranks before absconding with $90,000, mocking both financial institutions' security and employee trustworthiness. **"The Foozler"** jokes that an athletic failure's only "high score" is at golf, a genteel sport requiring no physical prowess. **"A Roundabout Joke"** plays on the Philippines being distant from America (likely referencing the recent Spanish-American War and U.S. colonial involvement). **"How It Happened"** depicts a Tammany Hall (NYC Democratic machine) operative blaming McKinley's Republican administration for snow, satirizing partisan blame-shifting. **"The Dead Humorist"** eulogizes a satirist whose ridicule improved society—possibly referencing a recently deceased cartoonist/writer. **"Uncle Henry Hardboil"** shows a rural man comically overwhelmed crossing a New York street, mocking rural/urban cultural gaps. The page emphasizes political corruption, social pretension, and generational/geographic divides characteristic of Gilded Age satire.
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THE CASHIER, HE entered first in their employ A youngster mild and meek, And swept the bank out daily for Two-fifty every week. He's risen higher in the bank With each succeeding year; And yesterday he cleaned it out For ninety thousand clear. MC LANDBURGM WILSON, THE FOOZLER. Colevigger—" | understand that his efforts at athletics are not very successful.” Merritt— Hardly. ‘The only game he ever makes a high score at is golf.” A ROUNDABOUT JOKE, ss YOUR brother in Manila is a long way off,” said Hojack. “That's what he is,” replied away without coming nearer. Now, I'd like to IN TOPSYTURVY LAND, Tur purrs—'*Gee! see him run, Ain't Haw, haw, baw he scared? Tomdik. “He, could hardly get any further know what you're laughing at so consumedly.” HOW IT HAPPENED. TAMMANY VOTER—"' Shure, sor, ut hozn't shnowed but twoice this winter.” TAMMANY Boss—** But 1 am not to blame for that, my man, The weather-bureau is in the hands of the McKinley administration,” A Wf, Ui 7 AI, , W \ SS 5. —Plice!— — — 2A" tA Jounnie Rawpir—" Don't cry, my good man. Little Johnnie Rabbit won't hurt you.” THE DEAD HUMORIST. THE world laughed with him as the years went on “Twas old and gray, and needed mirth and change. He pictured nations and great follies gone Into oblivion over Time's far range. His ridicule was ever kindly, too. He hit the fads and fancies of the hour, And common sense was quick to take its cue, For gay burlesque has wondrous shaping pow'r, And who would say he merits not reward? ‘The one great Judge of all may.write “* Well done!" Above the record of his days’ glad hoard— Perhaps through it eternity was won. He did his part in driving care away, And grief, at his swift coming, quickly fled ; While night itself gave place to brightsome day, ‘And still he lives, although they call him dead. MXS. FINDLEY BRADEN, 6. —Next! I hain't dead yet,” UNCLE HENRY HARDBOIL OF TIOGA COUNTY TRIES TO CROSS A NEW YORK STREET,