Judge, 1903-07-11 · page 6 of 16
Judge — July 11, 1903 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains multiple satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century humor: **"Ur Language"** is a lighthearted wordplay poem exploiting homophones (flower/flour, mower/mower, rower/rower). **"How She Enjoyed Herself"** jokes about a resort that offered only sand-bathing instead of water—satirizing false advertising or rustic accommodations marketed as luxurious. **"Real Calamity"** features a dialect joke (appearing to use stereotypical African American speech patterns common to period humor) contrasting massive financial trusts with personal frustrations—typical satirical comparison of scale. **"Ruined the Echo"** humorously blames rowdy college students' celebratory shouting for literally destroying an echo—absurdist rural comedy. **"Bathing-Suit, Perhaps"** mocks a young man's tactless suggestion that a large woman needs a "farm" rather than a "lawn" for her dress fabric—slapstick social embarrassment humor. **"All in His Line"** satirizes a newspaper weather-reporter who also fabricates horse-racing tips and papal health bulletins—mocking journalistic unreliability. The page reflects period standards and prejudices alongside common humor tropes.
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UR LANGUAGE. The river, you know, is a flower, The rose on its bank is a flower ; ‘The man in the field is a mower, The man in the barn is a mower. ‘The man in the boat is a rower, ‘The man in a fight is a rower. However, we'll run this no lower, For fear at the verse you will lower. HOW SHE ENJOYED HERSELF, Angeline—" Did you enjoy yourself at, the hotel back in the woods ?” Seraphine— Yes. The bathing was fine.” Angeline— Bathing? Where did you find the water?” Seraphine—“\ don't mean swimming. The pro- prietor fixed up.a long stretch of sand, and that and bathing-suits were all that was necessary.” REAL CALAMITY. NEBBER minds de trusts dey make ieee CAN YOU SOLVE THIS? Dat pile up in de billions ; ve the dog and the can. He can. But what dis darkey 'd hate would be oe a. Dose ths 40g als the 0, or does A trust in watabmillions. Can the dog go as fast as the can can? Ask the dear teacher. RUINED THE ECHO. se\WHAT has become of the splendid echo we could hear from yonder bluff last sea- son?” asked the returned guest of the summer- hotel landlord. “Well, I'll tell you. After you left last fall there was a bunch of these here college-students come, an’ one night they got full of love for Almy Mater, or some other woman, so they said, an’ was likewise full o' something else, an’ they got out here in front o' the hotel, an’ ail at once an’ all together they cut loose with the dadblamedest thing about‘ Rah, rah, rah!’ an’a whole lot more to the same effect, an’ that there echo just natu- rally must ‘a’ give up the ghost an’ quit, for the next morning one o' the hired men was over there on the bluff, an’ he said the ground was torn up fer a space o' fifty feet square, an’ there seemed to have been a turrible struggle. At any rate, we ain't seen nor heard nothin’ o’ the echo since.’ IVES of great men oft remind us UP AGAINST IT. We can make our lives sublime, “I'm after that little heart of yours."* And, departing, leave behind us ‘Well, it will take a good big diamond to get it.”* Libraries in every clime. BATHING-SUIT, PERHAPS. HE lady weighed something less than four hundred pounds—not very — much less — but still that was no reason why F ‘ re = AY. the young man should have ! 2 Cl “adhe y SW Pas ANAK made such a terrible faux pas, FE a pain? ‘ | RA as the novelists write it. Z f J 5 . Ue 9, She happened to say, “I Lf am going to the shops to-mor- row to buy a little lawn to make me an outing dress.” “A little lawn 2" he asked, * Don't you mean a farm?” ARK) WY Gis XN) ALL IN HIS LINE, Visitor —“ Doesn't your weather-reporter do anything else on the paper than write his forecasts 2” Editor —"Oh, yes. He figures out the tips on the races ‘and makes up the bulletin of the pope's health.” Mr. Mosite—" You must have been drinking: You've fed the horse gasoline and put oats into the auto:"" comicbooks.com