Judge, 1901-10-26 · page 7 of 16
Judge — October 26, 1901 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains multiple brief satirical comics and jokes typical of early 20th-century American humor: **"Not Surprising"** mocks literary pretension—two club members dismiss reading anything worthwhile because nothing recent has been published worth their time, a jab at contemporary taste. **"An Even Thing"** plays on Irish-American dialect (common ethnic humor of the era), with a character claiming Friday bad luck cost him money, but the person who found his wallet had good luck—hence "even." **"Base-Ball in Frozen Dog"** appears to reference a baseball game with frontier/Western characters, though the specific reference is unclear. Other brief jokes target: a doctor's patient with a "coated tongue," a child's observation about a dying fish, a man snoring like ocean waves, a waiter's impossibly thin meat-cutting, and a suitor's overwrought courting strategy. The humor relies on puns, ethnic stereotypes, observational comedy about daily life, and gentle social satire—typical of Judge's mass-market appeal to early 20th-century readers.
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First mem- ber—" Don't you think we should read a book that will do us good 2” Second mem ber—" But how can we? We must be up to date, you know, and there hasn’t been any- thing published for years that will do us any good,” NOT SURPRISING. HE. persimmon Dr. Bity—‘ Humph! Your tongue is coated. What have you been eating 2° B anlye sie: THe orneR—“A coat.” cess when it strikes a frost. BASE-BALL IN FROZEN DOG. Bronco Bit. —" Lord! Jack's made a glaring'error.”” Grizzry Pete—‘* Why, de game ain't started yet!" Bronco Biti— Nope; but he's going inter de game widout his gun!” A PISCATORIAL REGRET. AS THE black-fish wriggled and gasped on the hot sea-sand little Willie remarked, * Ul bet he is sorry that he isn’t a sun-fish just now.” DURING THE POSTPRANDIAL NAP. Tommy—* Lam sure that papa is dreaming about the seashore.” Mamma—* Why do you think so, Tommy 2” Tommy— Why, because he snores just like the surf.” ALL WARE AND NO FARE. Guest—" Will you kindly tell me how you AN EVEN THING. cut this beef so thin?” Dootan—' So yez t'ink Friday is a unlucky day?" Vaiter—“ Wi ving-knife, Why?” Hootan—"* Ol know it. Oi be afther losin’ me purse wid tin dollars in it on a Friday. Hentite 8 Wiha carving nite, Why? Bee gee call thet ted inca Guest—* Nothing ; only | was just wonder- Dootan—** Yis; bad luck fer you, but foine luck fer the felly thot found it.” ing if it was done with a safety-razor.” A THOUSAND TIMES OBLIGED. Rauna Rate —"* Whoop! I got an idea how to reach dat lady's heart. I'll first tell her dat I'm a thousand times obliged to her!" ‘Stacked Cuiprs —'* Oh, Ralph, that is too much. Supposin’ she refuses ?"* Rattuinc Ratpx —" Even if she does, after | mark de front gate wit’ ‘ kind lady,’ dere'll be a thousand other hobces call dere!" comicbooks.com