Judge, 1903-10-24 · page 6 of 16
Judge — October 24, 1903 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several satirical cartoons mocking American life circa early 1900s: **"His Felicity"** ridicules a rural police officer who celebrates his job's perks—wearing electric lights to catch criminals and miscreants—using exaggerated, self-congratulatory language. The casual racism ("darkey") reflects the period's prejudices. **"The Usual Way"** jokes about marital economics: a husband expects to spend twice what his wife does on her birthday gift, inverting typical gender spending expectations for satirical effect. **"One Wife Enough for Him"** features a stereotypical Irish immigrant (Pat) relieved he's not Mormon, mocking both Mormonism's polygamy and Irish-American working-class identity. **"In Our Modern Flats"** satirizes cramped urban apartment living, where residents must store furniture overhead due to space constraints. **"The Real Thing"** puns on a novelist's claim that his fictional characters are "real"—the twist is his interest is financial ("royalties"), not artistic. **"The Janitor Again"** presents a building superintendent grateful that tenants' complaints are incomprehensible to him, suggesting class-based communication barriers.
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HIS FELICITY. [PON ty hat throughout the night I wear a big electric light ; I also wear one on the shirt By which I'm decently begirt. Then I can see upon the ground The robber that would not be found, ‘And up among the branches thick The darkey who 'd corral the chick. And so I swing my club in glee, And feel Learn my sala-ree, That keeps the gay and festive put A-boiling all the time red-hot. And that is why I gayly dance And somersault, cartwheel and prance, And thank my stars, until I drop, ‘That I'm a howling country cop. | +60 YOU know,” said Mrs. Darley to her husband, "that formaldehyde is used to preserve canned soup and oysters; that there is formaline in fish, milk and ice-cream, borax in beef, copper in green pease, benzoate- of-soda in corn, sodium sulphite in lima beans, boracic acid in beets, sali- cylic acid in preserves, and cuprum in tea?" “No, I didn’t know all that,” replied Mr. Darley ; “but it does seem as | though there were some drugs in the market.” niture up in.that fashion 2° THE USUAL WAY. “ How much do you expect to spend for your wife's birthday present ?’” “* About half as much as | shall." i sf ONE WIFE ENOUGH FOR HIM. Pat—"Well, be gorry! Ot'm glad thot Ol'm not a Mormon.”* IN OUR MODERN FLATS. Mrs. Fiarre-Huxter—" Mr. Dauber, why have you put your fur- Mr. Dauser—'* Well, you see, I have more room above the floor than I have on it; so when I want to use the furniture I {ust let it down.” THE REAL THING. WE LISTEN in rapt attention while the successful novelist tells of his manner and method of composition. terested in his exposition of the way in which his characters assume shape and form in his mind until at last they become living, breathing Especially are we in- entities to him, and he {eels a deep personal interest in their actions. “And so all these kings and queens and princes and princesses of your stories are real people to you?” we mur- mur, with something of awe in our tone. “Certainly,” he responds. “To an author all royalties are the real thing.” THE JANITOR AGAIN. THE tower of Babel was in a state of uproar. «What's the matter?” in- quired a visitor. ‘ “Oh, that’s nothing,” re- plied the janitor. “ Them's the people up stairs yelling for more heat.” When the true state of affairs was revealed, his coun- tenance grew happy, for he knew that he would not be able to understand such com- plaints, comicbooks.com