Judge, 1902-06-14 · page 10 of 16
Judge — June 14, 1902 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page contains multiple satirical cartoons and humorous verses typical of late 19th/early 20th-century American humor: **"In Oklahoma"** mocks frontier life—a couple separated not by divorce but by a cyclone, suggesting the harsh, chaotic conditions of the Oklahoma Territory. **"Me vs. Myself"** jokes about absent-mindedness: a museum visitor bid against herself at an auction while distracted. **"Fitted for It"** satirizes specialized job placement—a man naturally gifted at naming racehorses is now employed naming health-food products, implying absurd corporate practices. **"Quite Genuine"** presents a Mayflower rocking chair as a humorous colonial relic. **"To a Massachusetts Jar"** parodies pretentious poetry by lavishing flowery verses on a baked-bean pot—mocking both regional New England pride and overwrought literary style. **"Before Bobby Died"** and **"The Town Pump"** appear to be brief anecdotal jokes about rural/working-class characters. Overall, the page satirizes American regionalism, pretension, and everyday absurdities through exaggerated dialect and situations.
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IN OKLAHOMA. First wative—" Bill Jenkins an’ his wife hev separated.” Secono Native—"* Divorce?” First wative—"* Nope: cyclone.” ME VS. MYSELF. sep END me five FITTED FOR IT. eeTHAT man over there has named more race-horses than any one in the coun- try. Has a natural gift for it “What's he doing now ?” “Got a job with a health-food house naming their new out- puts.” the two-headed girl at the museum to. the skeleton-man. “What for 2” ask- ed the bony one. “There was a lovely dress put up at auction this morning, and I got bidding against myself before I knew ‘ Fh State! (Pa) i a ard Ly . ‘Day ey 7 LE DERNIER COUP. QUITE GENUINE. YS R ‘ COVES, dear; I will Se PID that rocking. be yours if you chair come over will only mend your in the Mayflower ? ways.” “Yes, indeed! at's one of the Plymouth “Darling, you A RELIEF. may depend on. it, Tramr— Lady, | hev no place ter lay me head." ‘this shall be my last Lavy—"' Poor man! Here is fifty cents for a sofa-pillow folly.” TO A MASSACHUSETTS JAR. AIL, earthen pot of shape cylindrical ! Hail, vase of clay, the idol of the Hub! We yield thee grateful homage, bean-pot red, And bow before thy porcine anaglyph, Guarding with care the fruit leguminous, When smoking from the oven's yawning mouth, Should fate decree to rend that unctuous crust (A gastronomic symphony in brown), The crackling fissure would reverberate In richest chord of echoing harmony. Oh, reniose pork ! ob, lomentaccous twin ! nw coctile in that Massachusetts jar, we yield thee homage, bean-pot red, c porcate anaglyph. BEFORE BOBBY DIED. ‘TERSE. Bossy (scraping an acquaintance with his uncle Bill from the country)—"* Gee! I didn't think you was so fat. Mamma bile he ev vas B. said you was as poor as a church-mouse—didn’t you, menile Nevever saw as) Bene: mamma?" bang! Ph't, ph’t! Dam bad smell !" THE TOWN PUMP. N Indian described the first auto- comicbooks.com