Judge, 1906-04-28 · page 3 of 16
Judge — April 28, 1906 — page 3: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
The top cartoon titled "PEOPLE WHO OUGHT TO BE LYNCHED" depicts well-dressed men at a dining table, likely representing wealthy or powerful figures of the era. The caption references "high-ball fiend between the acts," suggesting criticism of wealthy elites' drinking habits during what was likely Prohibition-era America. The lower sections contain humorous short stories and jokes, including "Little Eric's Trouble," "Nice Prospect for Him," "My Lady's Gown," "His One Failing," and "Looking for Quantity." These appear to be domestic comedies and satirical anecdotes typical of Judge magazine's social humor. Without additional context about the specific date and historical moment, the exact identities of the figures remain unclear, though the overall tone mocks upper-class pretension and behavior during this period of American social commentary.
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WHA “ite. - SSS = i A main, (te f \\tnen } PEOPLE WHO OUGHT TO BE LYNCHED. ‘The high-ball fiend between the acts. DON’T WORRY, MY BROTHER—DON'T. ON'T worry, my brother ; don't threaten to blow Your brains out because you a multitude owe— Because tradesmen’s duns you're reveiving each day And can't reckon when you'll be able to pay. ry ; brace up! Don't despait There's in such straits as yours but one sensible plan, And that’s not to worry. One ’s foolish who frets. Just borrow some money and pay off your debts. ROY FARRELL GREENE, LITTLE ERIC’S TROUBLE. ‘THERE was something strange about Eric’s actions that evening. He had been out most of the day and looked tired. He ate very little supper, and was ready to go to bed early. All these things were noticed by his mother, who wondered what could be wrong. + “+ Are you sick, darling ?” she asked after r { a long silence. “No.” “What?” ** No, ma'am ; I ain't sick.” “Are you feeling just a little bad, my boy?” A long silence. “Did anything go wrong with you to-day, pet?” Perhaps it was the tender tone of her voice, or maybe the divining mother had hit upon the magic sesame that opens the se- cret doors to’a heart full of woe. Whatever it was, a great big tear rose in his eye, that overflowed and ran down his cheek. Quickly brushing it away, as if ashamed, he knit his brows and glared. Presently, with an expression of a different sort upon his face, he said, «41 gave him a swipe in the nose I bet he will remember.” “Who?” possible."* LOOKING FOR QUANTITY. Warren —"‘Two high-balls, sir? Yes, sir!” Custouer—“' And say, waiter, just make those high-balls as wide as “Tommy Hardnut.” “Why did you do that 2” ++ Well, you see, mamma, we wuz comin’ down the road together on a run, an’ Tommy Hardnut tripped me up. I didn’t fall very hard, though—only skinned my knee a little—an’ then I made fer him, ‘Fore I caught up he wuz ‘way down the road, an’ as I kem on him he turned roun’ an’ I gev him a roaster in the nose jes’ like that—biff!" And Eric caught the blow in his left hand. ** What did he do then ?” queried his mother. But silence fell on the little fellow, and the tears were beginning to flow once more, when all of a sudden, with the courage of a true warrior, he straightened up and answered, «He licked me!" NICE PROSPECT FOR HIM. seARE you ready to live on my income ?" he asked softly. She looked up into his face trustingly. “Certainly, dearest,” she an- +if—it” If what?” “If you can get another one for yourself.” MY LADY’S GOWN. JUST pall it in To meet her chin— A ballet-dress ‘twill be ; Then let it down To reach the ground— An evening-dress you'll see. HIS ONE FAILING. seTHERES one thing I don’t like about Jones.” «What is it?” “Why, the infernal, half- witted, illiterate slob is always calling somebody names.” HE trouble with the plunger is that he doesn’t always come up again.