Judge, 1903-01-24 · page 3 of 16
Judge — January 24, 1903 — page 3: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several short humorous pieces rather than a unified political cartoon. The content includes: **"Longin' fo' Tildy"** - A dialect poem about missing someone named Tildy, appearing to use African American vernacular common to period humor. **"His Great Head"** - A brief anecdote mocking a publishing editor's inflated ego after one favorable review. **"A Long Shot"** and **"A New Kind"** - Short joke pieces about inventions and food. **"Lucky Rip"** - The illustrated section features what appears to be a fantastical or dreamlike scene, likely depicting someone's imaginative vision or fantasy. The page represents typical Judge magazine content: satirical commentary on social pretension, ego, and human folly through humor, dialect comedy, and illustrated fables—though the specific references and identities of figures remain unclear without additional historical context.
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LONGIN’ FO’ 'TILDY. HINKIN’ "bout yo" all de dy, Wishin’ Twuz gwine Hungry jes’ ter heah yo" “1's yo'r honey, 'Tildy Ga Scem so long f'um sun to sun; Syem wo'k nebber would be done. All de day T want ter run Right whar yo" is, 'Tildy, Hun. Seem ez ef Leudn’ wait; Seem ez ef de time-clock Lite— la fo" wet mate Hoot-owl sereceh along de way When 1 fi Whip-poo' Tilly Gay. nt de road croak Mistah ez ef he knowed Dat mah hawt hed los’ its load. A LONG SHOT. Little Clarence (who reads and. ponders) —* Pa, who was Pepys ? Mr, Callipers "1 don’t know, my son--in fact, Edo not know anybody who does know; but I fancy he was the man who first invented dyspepsia.” A NEW KIND. Miss Townfrom—* Oh, I'm afraid to eat those hard. boiled eggs. My doctor says they are so very indigestible.” The sanitarinm hostess “ But these eggs are exceptions. with predigested corn and wheat, LUCKY RIP. E Tait yg 4 TAU fh” WELL NAMED. Guaoys “Why do you call your auto ‘Sweet Sixteen’? Jerroro—"* So hard to manag They were laid by hens that are fed THe cHorus—" Rip van Winkle is a lucky man to wake up after so long asleep and get sch a fine reception as this. and looks so easy.” HiS GREAT HEAD. SE editor of the Weekly Plaindealer has an un- commonly prosperous and well- fed look just now,” said the washing- machine agent, who had visited Pettyville often enough to be fairly well ac- quainted with its inhabitants “Yep,” replied the land. lord of the tavern. You see, three weeks ago he published an item in his paper, sayin’ that not more than one in ten of our society yirls could cook adecent m ind ever since then he’s been fairly over. whelmed ‘with invitations to dine out.” HE WAS RIGHT. CROMWELL stood moodily watching the battle of Naseby. “Why so downcast ?” i quired his generals. Aren't we making glorious history ?” “ Not much !" cried Oliver. “We're only furnishing mate- rial for some fool novelist. With an imprecation on posterity, he rushed off to dic- tate his terms of surrender. WHAT WE'RE COMING TO. Spirit— Don't U hear the sound of hammers? {thought there was to be no work up here 2" Saint Peter—“ Well, we couldn't help it, That last sky-seraper went through the floor.” comicbooks.com