Judge, 1906-03-17 · page 3 of 16
Judge — March 17, 1906 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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The top illustration celebrates **Saint Patrick's Day** with a humorous composition featuring cartoon figures in top hats arranged around a central serpent (referencing St. Patrick driving snakes from Ireland). The accompanying verse treats Saint Patrick as a unifying figure for Irish Catholics and Protestants alike—a charitable sentiment about Irish-American identity. Below are several short humorous sketches and jokes typical of Judge's format. "Our Daily Troubles—The Economist" depicts two working-class men reading a sensational newspaper headline about a "Bloodshed Society Queen," satirizing tabloid journalism and public fascination with scandal. The remaining items are brief comedic dialogues on domestic topics like marriage and thrift—standard humor content for this era's satirical magazines.
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ue Mil Me BoM palpail a at = ¢ (A gt WL S A ALL STAND-PATTERS. While Catholic and Protestant Are one in saying that On Ireland's grand old patron saint The two are standing pat. Wj. Saint Patrick was a rare old saint; To-day he's just the same. We welcome him, in emerald trim, And glorify his name: FOR THE WAKE. UNCLE ESEK’S PANAMA SERMON. PAT was nearing the end of all earthly things. He had been sick a RRUDRIN, doan’ be lak de Punnyma Canal—doan’ be lak de stough long time, and the doctor had advised him that he had but a ob despond! Git up an’ be de pool ob Saloam! Who is dere short time to live. yere dat’s a Punnyma? Who is dere yere wut's lyin’ down a-waitin’ As he lay stretched upon his bed a savory smell was wafted to fo’ somebody fo’ ter come along an’ build dey character? Rise up an’ his nostrils, and, sniffing feebly, he called to his wife, grab dat shovel? Sling de mud right an‘ lef"! Dig de evil out'n “Oi say, Bridget; yo'se’f, but leave de clear, phat is thot Oi shmell ?” “Carn bafe an’ cab- bage, Patsy; carn bafe an’ cabbage.” “Plase let me hov a bit av it, Bridget, darlin’. Oi've only a short toime t’ live now, an’ a little av th’ carn bafe an’ cabbage won't make anny difference.” “Hush, Patsy !" warned Bridget as she stood by her husband's bedside. ** Thot’s fer th’ wake." POOR FATHER! Bobbie—* Mamma?" Mamma—« Well?” Bobbie—" Were men awful scarce when you mar- ried papa, or did you just feel sorry for him?” HOW? Lyre—=1 thought se- riously once of becoming a poet." Dyer— What caused you to change your mind ?"* Lyre—" Editors.” A VALID EXCUSE. | SEE Robinson 's mar- ried_again—married his first wife's sister.” “Yes. He said he did- n‘t want to have to break in another mother-in-law.” \ oe QUEEKZ ZR Se ns eae 010 ID SHE ME tate vem Pon fh ¥ i AN TO? pure watah behin’ ready fo’ ter be na by good thoughts an’ noble deeds! Open up yo'r arms. an’ pusses an’ pay de preachah wut yo’ owe him, ‘cause he can’t live widout it. Be upright an‘ hones’! Be clean an’ wholesome lak a new-born calf! Den, an* not till den, kin yo" stan’ up fit fo" glory. Den, an’ not till den,kin yo" pass ter de great beyon’! Den‘, an’ not till den, kin yo" look down at dat awful isthmus an’ say wid de pots, + Dere she is, onbuilt yit!’ Laz’- ruz done lef' de busom ob Abraham. De streets ob gold is mos’ wored out. Eternity hez done begun, but still dat canal ain’t bin started yit. Rise up an’ go ter heaben ! a reserve seat, whar yo’ kin watch dat work froo all de en'less ages. Buil’ yo'se'f fus’ an’ watch atterwards. Brud- rin, doan’ be a Punnyma. Amen! aX RANKS. Morley—«What did old Nurich do when you told him that he looked like a butler?” Sorley —" Well, he— he acted like a footman,” comicbooks? com