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Judge — December 27, 1902 — page 16: Judge, 1902-12-27

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This page contains three separate comic vignettes satirizing working-class and rural life: **Top panel ("He Was Sorry, Too")**: A street musician with a blind beggar. The musician claims sympathy for hearing the same old tune repeatedly; the beggar replies he deserves pity for *having to listen* to the musician play it. **Middle panel ("When He Was Most Valuable")**: Uses dialect humor (characteristic of early 1900s satire) to mock poverty. Mrs. Watts says she's happiest when her husband is jobless because only then can they afford to buy chicken for dinner—suggesting unemployment benefits or charity provide more reliable income than his wages. **Bottom panel ("How He Accounted for It")**: Rural characters in dialect debate why one has grass growing on his head. The explanation involves negligence and nature taking its course—a joke about poor hygiene or laziness. The cartoons target working-poor and rural populations through exaggerated dialect and scenarios depicting economic hardship, using humor that modern readers would recognize as containing racial and class stereotypes typical of the era.

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HE WAS SORRY, TOO. Mr, Musion—" You have my pity, poor fellow! I've listened to that dear old tune a thousand times.” Tae puaver—"You have, eh?” Bon you have my ply, t WHEN HE ws MOST VALUABLE. Mrs. Cauuins—""Yo" surprise me! Why yo" say yo" am de happlest when yo'r husband am out ob a job?"" Mrs. Wart" Shooah!” Dat's de only line we ebber glts any chicken fer de table,” COPYRIGHT 1902 BY JUOGE COMPANY OF MEW Yodx. HOW HE A UI 'D FOR IT. ‘Sackett & Withetms Litho & Prg Co. Rew York. Dare McKwtont—" Hevins, pard! how in de world do yer account fer de crop uv grass growin’ in yer head ; ‘Tarrenson Tanta—" Dats easy. Fist road-duat got in me head, den ty.aned Jo tals’ don Natire got it her fe work, a’ Meese cna