Judge, 1905-07-08 · page 12 of 20
Judge — July 8, 1905 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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This page celebrates American independence through exuberant, tongue-in-cheek patriotism. The main poem, "A Fourth-of-July Yawp," features an anthropomorphic rooster as Uncle Sam's stand-in, crowing bombastically about American superiority and freedom. The rooster boasts of being democracy's "feathered prima donna," suggesting American self-importance and swagger. The accompanying cartoons mock contemporary concerns: one jokes about a boy wanting a cannon for July Fourth; another references recent "hundred-mile-an-hour trains" requiring larger newspaper headlines; a third puns on banana growers forming a monopoly as a "banana skin" (slip-up). The "Spud's Fourth of July" comic strip at bottom shows working-class children celebrating wildly with firecrackers and explosives—likely satirizing both fireworks enthusiasm and class differences in holiday observance. Overall, the page blends patriotic fervor with gentle mockery of American boosterism, consumer culture, and technological anxieties of the early 1900s.
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A FOURTH-OF-JULY YAWP. (With apologies to nobody.) OORAY! Also hurrah Likewise hurrow ! ‘This is the day I crow! Wehold me. Tam the great American rooster. The slickest, slambang booster Of liberty On earth. Cocka-doodle-do-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0! Did you hear that? Throw up your hat ! Sot Now let her go Again! Join int Cock-a-doodle-do-0-0-0-0-0-0! Say! That absurd Bi Of which you've heard, ‘The eagle, Ain't one, two, three To me. Iam the feathered prima donna Of freedom. Tam the original, simon pure Article. T have been sat on hard, But when I hatched out, pard, T hatched to stay. And look at me to-day ! From tail to spur And crop to crow I'm all aglow With patriotic fer- Vor, don't you know. Honest! Ain't I just About the upper crust Of the whole blame pie? Ain't I the tallest, Toggiest, quickest, Jolliest, slickest, Sprucest thing In my line At this time? When I say to Russo-Jap, + Stop that scrap!” ‘And flap My wings ‘And crow, ‘As if I was about to go ‘And mix in With the row Do you notice how ‘They begin to back up? Well, that's my way. And, say, If there should come a day When you nu longer hear me Chanticleering for liberty, Listen! It will be night again And ian will sleep Deep In that old barbaric Nightmare sleep ‘That for a thousand Million years Of tuil and tears Like shroud and pall Covered all. Scat! What dope set me to saying HE WANTED IT. Sanpy Hoo sentry—'t Wot ails the kid, sor?"* Farner—" Nothing much. He wants a big cannon for the fourth, and he’s set on having that one." ‘THE PROMOTERS MAY SLIP UP ON IT. Van Doon—1 see the banana-growers are going to form a trust.” Al Lune— Gracious! That will be the biggest ba- nana skin yet, won't it ?” ‘THE NOISIER THE BETTER. Howell— Are you going to let your boy have any fire-crackers this year 2” Powell— All he wants; he’s going to spend the fourth with my wife's mother.” GETTING READY. Editor (to foreman of composing-room)—" Telegraph to the foundry for a supply of their latest, biggest black type.” Foreman—" Why, we have got plenty on hand.” Editor—* No, we haven't. It isn't big enough. See the account of those hundred-mile-an-hour trains? Well, we'll want bigger scare-line heads than ever now shortly.” AN IMPROVEMENT. Maude—Charley says | am worth my weight in gold.” Mae—" How trite. George says I'm worth my weight in radium. That? Mr. Cracrer—" Here comes old boy Roman Can- 44 MAMMA, is it the Fourth of July in heaven?” asked Wak 1 yh th, hur- dle, He looks all broke u; iy % ake op! Hurray, hurrah, bor fis poke all eos oP 2 al igh little Johnny, as he watched a shower of falling Cock-1-doodle-do-0-0-04~0-0! 4.1, and he had fourteen high balls in him." SPUD'S FOURTH OF JULY. 2, —Hey! Look out! Run fer yer lives! — So Whats ilot oj fun you:kta have wits —""Dey'll be sumthin doin’ Ui Srue Rae, uf psec ce can covered wit’ red paper an’ a-burnin’ string in it." when they see dis! — comicbooks.com