Judge, 1902-03-22 · page 6 of 16
Judge — March 22, 1902 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains multiple short humorous pieces typical of Judge's satirical style: **"Possum"** features dialect humor mocking African American speech patterns—common in early 20th-century American humor magazines, though offensive by modern standards. It celebrates possum as food in exaggerated vernacular. **"Not Sufficiently Luxuriant"** jokes about a woman declining work as a bearded lady sideshow attraction because she lacks sufficient facial hair. **"Nothing Like Nothing"** is a wordplay joke about bachelorhood. **"The Same to Him"** mocks a newspaper editor's correction error regarding in-law terminology. **"Taking No Chances"** presents a fable where a fox wisely avoids a lion's cave, noting all footprints lead inward—a cautionary tale about deception. **"That Black Eye"** and **"Hard Luck"** are brief anecdotal jokes about personal misfortunes. The illustrations are cartoons accompanying these brief comedic pieces. The page represents Judge's typical mix of wordplay, social observation, and visual humor targeting middle-class readers.
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"POSSUM. D® "POSSUM am de best ting What scampers in de wood 5 & He's juicy an’ he's meller, he’s drefful good. an’ hoecake He's good wid y: id anyting. He's good cf yo! git jes’ ‘possum, 1 gravy thick Oh nebber ask fo" To wash de critter down. brown, An’ sisters, in a trice, Dat ‘possum am a sorter Fo'taste ob paradise. So make yo'r great endebbors To keep de narrer palf, ib on *possum ape de awful wraff, NOT SUFFICIENTLY LUXURIANT. 44] HAVEN'T the face to do it.” Miss Manly scanned her physiognomy as it was reflected in the glass, carefully stroking the downy upper lip. “It is really too bad, too,” she mused. “I need the money, and the work would be easy. But I have not the face to do it.” hen she wrote to the man: museum, declining his offer to serve as the bearded lad; fof the dime- NOTHING LIKE NOTHING. Sue" Do you believe in that old saying, * Blessed be nothing '?"* He “Yes, indeed. There's nothing like it for keeping a chap single.” THE SAME TO HIM. wrote the editor of the Bowersville Clarier, i SEOUR vypes.” “last week made us refer to the fact that Mr. Lemuel Higgins expected a visit from his * brother-in-law’ instead of his | ‘mother-in-law.’ We have offered to correct the error in. this { issue, but Mr. Hig Ss manifests considerable indifference, and has. purchased several copies of last week's issue to send to his wife's folks.” SHE HAD NO DESIRE TO BE COMPLIMENTARY. Mr. Jonsinc-—‘* Why doan' yo" call me a hobo an’ be done wid it?” Mrs. Jonsinc—"* ‘Cause dis ain't no aftah-dinnah bokay talk. I's knockin’ now, | not handin’ yo" vi'lets.”” TAKING NO CHANCES. | #6 NO, thank you,” said the fox to the sick lion ; I don't think Ill come in. L observe that all the footprints about the entrance to your cave point inward.” “That is easily explained,” replied the lion, “As Lam king of beasts, it is quite natural that my subjects should walk bs n leaving my presei The explanation seemed plausible . but the fox his doubts. ward wh ‘THAT BLACK EYE. riend — Hullo, Moike! Phwat's th’ matther wid. Mike— in mourning Friend — “Who reye ? ure, fer ?" Mike —* Hooli- THE POTATO WITH THE FIERCE HYPNOTIC gan. “Twas he thot HARD LUCK. Mr. Bear" Well, did you ever see such luck? That's the How he prevented an army of bugs from attacking 6 fattest boy I've seen for years, and me with my both hands an acre of his kind. is to-morrer, full, That's what | get for marrying.” hit me, an‘ his funeral comicbooks.com