Judge, 1903-10-17 · page 6 of 16
Judge — October 17, 1903 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This page contains four separate humorous items typical of early 1900s Judge magazine: 1. **"Very Tiresome"**: A brief romantic dialogue where a man's sea-themed proposal echoes the "moaning" of ocean waves—the woman dismisses both as equally tedious. 2. **"A Merry Little Mountain Maid"**: A sentimental poem about an idealized rural girl, undercut by the final stanza's punchline: she's actually a huckleberry vendor hawking berries for ten cents. 3. **"It Got Twisted"**: A Kansas visitor observes a building's spiral fire escape and jokes it must have been a straight ladder before a cyclone twisted it—poking fun at Midwestern tornado stereotypes and rural naïveté. 4. **"A Useful Prize"**: Katie wins a cooking-class prize—not cookware but a "First Aid to the Injured" manual, implying her cooking is dangerously inedible. 5. **"Similarity"**: A brief animal joke where characters confuse similar-sounding words ("Fatty," "Corn"). These are light, pun-based humor typical of the era's mass-market satire magazine.
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ve Zz nttiel bit ¢ Gen VERY TIRESOME, He—"' Don't you love to listen to the moaning of the sea?" Sue—"'No; It sounds too much like your proposals. "* A MERRY LITTLE MOUNTAIN MAID. H, MERRY little mountain maid, You are a homespun dream, With all your ringlets in a braid And all your face a-beam. I see you tripping lightly by, A sylph of airy mould ; T hear you as you softly sigh In syllables of gold. IT GOT TWISTED. THE visitor from Kansas gazes intently at the spiral fire-escape which winds its way down the rear of the fifteen-story building. * By jox !" he says, “ that must have been a darned long ladder afore the cyclone hit it.” -B°B AoDamMs -03- You haunt my vision when I muse And puff my burnished pipe ; With melody you quite suffuse My fancies, rosy ripe. And oft I see you blithe and dear Before my sill cavort And murmur, ‘Huckleberries! Here You are—ten cents a quart.” A USEFUL PRIZE. Se KATIE got the first prize at our summer cooking- class.” “ How proud she must be! What was it?” “A very useful book—‘First Aid to the In- * Say, Fatty, what's de matter wid youse, ennyhow?"* Corni"* "Corn? Why, dat’s what I'm er-lookin’ fer." comicbooks.com