Judge, 1901-08-10 · page 4 of 16
Judge — August 10, 1901 — page 4: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several brief satirical pieces and illustrations typical of Judge's humor: **"Judge's Favorites"** presents a poem about Yorel Haskins, likely a contemporary public figure. **"How It Was"** satirizes expensive cigars—a dialogue where someone bought a cigar for a quarter but was later charged thirty cents, mocking inflation or merchant dishonesty. **"Not Responsible"** jokes about editorial disclaimers for submitted poetry, suggesting contributors frequently submit poor work the magazine won't endorse. **"A Query"** (bottom) depicts two working-class figures discussing food options, with one asking about "nice chop" versus "woodchokey, mum?"—apparently mocking lower-class dialect and limited dining choices. The page reflects Judge's focus on class-based humor, economic satire, and contemporary consumer frustrations rather than political commentary.
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JUDGE'S FAVORITES. YSOREL MASKINS. So lovely and so gifted, Ysobel, ‘One cannot chide you ior the way you spell, sar College MUCH ALIKE, Ss THE province of Chi Li is in great disorder,” said Mrs. Darley, who had the newspaper. “And I suppose that Chow Chow is in a pickle, as usual,"" added Mr, Darley. A SURE THING IF. Isaacstein — my boy Benjamin.” Spiegelbach —" Do you think he'll make any money at it?" Jsaacstein — V'm sure he vill if he can only make the crops fail.” I'm going to make a farmer‘of GREAT IS EDUCATION. Madge — Do you believe in co-education ?” Dolly —* Indeed 1 do. 1 knew a girl who had been in one of those colleges only two weeks when she captured a young millionaire.” AUGUST. SHE. presses through the yellow wheat ; Breast-high it ripples round her way, The air is drowsy with the sweet, Soft incense of the ripened hay. The corn its tasseled ranks had led ‘To swell her happy retinue ; Avove her buoyant path is spread A canopy of perfect blue. And this the maiden who, as June, Tripped light 'mid dewy field and wood, And now, in summer's afternoon, Has reached her gracious woman- hood, Her arms are filled with rustling gold ; Her face is calm with noble pride. The legacy of spring, behold, A thousand times has maltiplied ! RowIN L. Sain, HOW IT WAS. Bjones —“ That's a terrible cigar you're smoking.” Giles—* It cost thirty cents.” Bjones —" So?” Giles —" Yes, When I bought it the cigar man braced me for a quarter I owed him.” IT rT We ae hy a4 ty My Yen, My Say Dae TUTE ES ARPS It, . styl Mu We have had the bicycle face, etc., and why not the tele phone ear? NOT RESPONSIBLE. HY, may I ask,” said thé contributor, “do you always put my name to the verse I write, and never to the prose ?* “Well, you know,” smiled the editor, “ responsible for your poetry.” we can’t be rer wees 7 a a N38 ws 1 “oy My ms _ wl, "% Me Wig ndtctn Mien LY died Neeetinss sesae ts... ar Ui SWELLS. Miss Ronin —"* Wonder why she never invites anyone to her receptions but those horrid Swallow brothers?” a Nem Tava utes ent Miss Jav—" Oh, T suppose it’s because they are the only ones who have dress-suits."” Mrs. HanpouT—'' How would you like a nice chop?” Torne Tousen (suspiciously}—" Culinary or woodsheddy, mum ?” comicbooks.com