Judge, 1901-05-25 · page 4 of 16
Judge — May 25, 1901 — page 4: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several humor pieces rather than political cartoons. "The Pirate" is a sentimental poem about a reckless criminal redeemed by love. "Judge's Favorites" highlights witty one-liners on topics like whiskey trust signs and parental discipline—typical light social satire. The cartoons mock everyday situations: "How He Knew" jokes about bar signage, "A Philosophic Mother" depicts a child's naïveté, and "The Old, Old Story" shows a father telling his son a tired anecdote. "How He Traveled" presents a traveling salesman accident scenario. "The Size of It" satirizes health advice, with a doctor's ridiculous prescription (breakfast at 6 a.m., exercise, etc.) mocked by suggesting laziness caused the problem. These are character-driven humor pieces targeting domestic and social conventions rather than specific political events.
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THE PIRATE. | WALKED with Friendship fora ramble, And all along the way The trees and flowersand gleaming pebbles Seemed loveliest that day. Through wood and blossom-scented acre We wandered, hand in hand ; At last we came unto the ocean, And sailed away from land. And then, like any reckless pirate, Sure of the wind at sea, Friendship unmasked his face and manner, ‘Twas Love had stolen me ! At first, in doubt of death and danger, I served in dread and fear ; . Ere long I learned to trust my master, thy" J, iia) And followed far and near. IM Me DMRS Ny And when there came the hour of parting A TESTIMONIAL. For ransom on the shore — “1 take pleasure in recommending your medicine to all I threw myself upon his bosom, foxes, who, like myself, go out a good deal in society, and are ‘And left him nevermore! = apt to become completely run down, Brex Fox.” ALovsiC’s COLL CaaS Photo. by Rockwood. JUDGE'S FAVORITES. ELIZABETH PADGETTE. Cast in an almost pl idual grace, With just the figure and the face. You somehow make the thing a work of art. HOW HE KNEW. 66] DON’T think the whisky trust has much of a foothold in New York. * Why not?” “Because every saloon | visit has the sign, “No Trust Here,’ over the bar.” A PHILOSOPHIC MOTHER, Mother—* Jobnnie, what are you doing in that preserve closet ? Johnnie (with his mouth full) —* Nothin’, maw.” Mother —" Very well, leave it in the jar when you are through.” THE OLD, OLD STORY. Fravep Ferter—'* Many a railroad accident hev I been in, mum !" Freddie —" What's a novel i ” Mrs. WHIrFLETREE —" Oh, dear! And was there ever loss of life?” 2 redae Wits © aan ek ed Fraven Ferrer—" Ob, often, mum! Why, de biggest smash I wuz ever in dere was over forty er—" One that never gets into a novel.” pigs and a hundred steers killed outright Foul enh ~N THE SIZE OF IT. Mrs. Newtywep Jackson —“ De doctor said yo" orter get up every morning ‘bout six o'clock, eat a light breakfast, take plenty of exercise during de day, and come home to supper ‘bout half past six.” Mr. Newiywev Jackson —" Hub! Why didn’t de impident villain tell me to go get a job, and done wif comicbooks.com