Judge, 1902-12-20 · page 27 of 52
Judge — December 20, 1902 — page 27: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three distinct pieces: **"The Sock That Had Wings"** (left): A whimsical poem about dreaming of magical Christmas socks—standard light holiday humor with no political content. **"The Dixie Darkey's Delight"** (right): A poem in stereotypical African American dialect celebrating possum hunting. This reflects period racist caricature common in late 19th-century American humor, depicting Black Southerners through exaggerated dialect and crude stereotypes. **"Universally Beneficial"** (center): A brief joke about someone whose reading material resembles patent-medicine pamphlets—mocking dubious medical advertising prevalent in that era. **"Utterly Shocking"** (bottom): Satirizes frontier justice: vigilantes lynch "Hurricane Bill" for being an ordinary thief, yet this seems mild compared to his many murders. The satire criticizes the arbitrary and brutal nature of lynch-mob justice. The page mixes innocent humor with period-typical racism and commentary on American violence and medical fraud.
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—_ J DREAMED the shotstower was my sock Hung in the moon's pate light, And that the angels © U danced And filled it fall by I dreamed that old Kriss Kringle backed His sled of reindeer there, And took the sock from off the beam And hauled it through the air. I dreamed that he drove round and round, Like one who loops the loop, And du I the sock right where T Waiting upon the stoop. T dreamed the sock was filled with And comets! tails and things. And then T dreamed. the earth was ( mine, And that the sock had wings. And soit had. When Lawoke T found what you may know : That he who waits for moonshine socks Will barefoot walk the oe ‘THE DIXIE DARKEY’S DELIGHT. pird am a very fine bird, he am pow'ful sweet ; But dar’s nuffin dat crawl, or flop or fly As luscious as de "possum meat. When de cold win’ blows, an’ de tree- tops ber An’ de moon am away up high, Dar am no sech pleasuah in all dis wo'ld Asa watchin’ de ‘possum die, Dey say dat Cris'mus comes once each year, An de time am now jes’ about, But ‘twont be Cris'mus twell de dogs all bawk An’ ye heab all de darkeys shout : “Dar he lies way up on de limb,” An’ de dogs jes’ ‘Twellold Mistah An’ spread hissef on de groun’, awkin’ roun', Possum come kerflop Some ‘lew yam maik a moughty good pie, An’ T reckon dat it am sweet 5 But a yam ain't a ya got A whole lot 0 "possum to eat. unless you is UNIVERSALLY BENEFICIAL. Gtapys—'* I can read him like a book.” Eoru—" Is he good for anything 2” Giapys—'Is he! Why, he reads like a patent-medicine pamphlet!" UTTERLY SHOCKING. Bronco Bos—"* Yes: the vigilants ketched Hurricane Bill an’ lynched him jes’ like an ordinary hoss-thief!"" Gruzziy Pere—‘ Heavens! What a disgraceful end fer a feller wot's committed so many murders ez Bill hez!"* comicbooks.com