Judge, 1901-11-30 · page 5 of 18
Judge — November 30, 1901 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This Thanksgiving-themed page from *Judge* consists of multiple short humorous pieces rather than political cartoons. **Main content:** - A sentimental poem "When the Folks Come Home" about family reunions at Thanksgiving - Several brief joke dialogues featuring ethnic stereotypes common to the era: - A nephew and uncle discussing football - African American characters ("Brer Jackson," "de pahson") making malapropisms about cooking chicken - Irish characters ("O'Toot," "O'Hoot") speaking in exaggerated brogue **The satire:** These pieces mock regional accents, ethnic dialects, and working-class speech patterns—standard practice in early 20th-century American humor. The jokes rely on caricatured pronunciation and vocabulary to generate laughs. **Historical context:** The content reflects period attitudes toward non-Anglo populations, using blackface-style humor and Irish stereotypes that would be considered offensive today. A professor abandoning mathematics for golf represents mild criticism of misplaced priorities. The page is primarily entertainment rather than political commentary, featuring domestic holiday humor aimed at *Judge*'s middle-class readership.
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WHEN THE FOLKS COME HOME. LIKE thz time when chestnuts fall and woods I are russet brown, é nd hills are wrapped in smoky haze beyond the little town For then it's near iksgiving time, when hearts no longer roam— When we kill the biggest turkey, and the folks come home ! Fall many a watebefire ushers in the sweet Thanks giving eve; Full many a jest and laugh forbid that any one should grieve ; And we sit in family circle with those who whiles did ream, When we kill the biggest turkey, and the folks come home! Dear grandma in her best lace cap and grandpa With his cane And aan and Cousin Jane Who smiles at me until my heart beats up as light as fu And T bless the old reunion when the folks come home ! es all are here, and pretty A REVISED JUDGMENT. Nephew (alter the foot-ball game)—"Well, uncle, what did you think of the game 2" Uncle (from the west)—" It's hot stuff, Jimmie—beats broncos all holler . if you ever hear me callin’ easterners tenderfeet again, jest kick me, will you 2” bustin’ Bor- T expects to see yo up dah. Turxey—" Oh, go on. T \ i Ue THE EXTREMITY OF BLISS. ‘THe pattson—"* Dis am mos’ pos'tively de mos’ ‘streemely juiciest chicking 1 ebber put in mah mouth, Brer Jackson.” Brer Jacksox—"' Yes, sah, pahson: dat chicking wuz raised an’ brung up on water- melons, sah. A YEARLY EXAMPLE. Crawford—" You know it is possible to have too much of a good thing.” Crabshaw think of that when my wife warms over the turkey.” Lalways NOT QUITE DESTITUTE. Bennie (seeing a turkey with its wings left on, hanging in the market)—" My ! they've taken off all its clothes except the sleeves !” ‘THE DAY OF COOKING. ate H, TURKEY, take some comfort IN TOPSY-TURVY LAND. inking, if you can, Turxey—"" Well, | guess you're about fat enough for That man is on the gridiron my Thanksgiving dinner.” While you are in the pan. Hello, ole turk! We're gwine ter celebrate Thanksgivin’ up ter de house to-merrer, an’ You can't stuff me.” THE REAL THING. + You don't mean to say, professor, that you have given up all your studies in the higher mathematics in order to play golf?” The professor—Nes, 1 have. something to discipline my mind I wanted RUSSIAN JOY. HE Russian-Vank is happy, And glad to overflowing Until he fairly dances The soles right off his sandals, When he attacks the turkey, ‘The plump, delicious turkey, The bird. That's richly stuffed with candles. f-frevdom turkey, AN INVENTIVE GENIUS. O'Toot—" Faix, ‘twor prisince av moind Oi had in bring- tn’ an anchor along.”” O'Hoot—"' Faix, ‘twor an inventive moind ye had to think av a‘ pick," bedad!"* comicbooks.com