Judge, 1906-12-01 · page 3 of 16
Judge — December 1, 1906 — page 3: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
**Top illustration:** A lullaby poem set to an evocative image of a witch-like figure tending a cradle. The verse uses archaic dialect ("Sleep, li'l honey") and supernatural imagery, suggesting a darkly humorous take on nursery rhymes. The artistic style emphasizes the grotesque. **Bottom cartoon:** Titled "Sarcasm in the Rough," it depicts two well-dressed men examining farm produce, with dialogue about a farmer's poor pay. The farmer's caption sarcastically complains about wages while the urban gentlemen survey his crops—likely satirizing the economic disparity between farmers and city dwellers during the early 20th century, a period of agricultural hardship and labor tensions. The letter section addresses the "Society for the Prevention of Pogsnoggles"—an invented organization, suggesting meta-satirical commentary on reform movements.
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Steer, IT’ blossom. De long day am dyin’; Slowly de fiah fades out ob de wes’. Sof'ly en swif'ly de swallow am Ayi Back to her babes in de ol’ chimly-nes’. Sleep, sleep, One teensy heap, Huddled so clos'ly to ol” mainmy’s breas’. Sleep, li'l’ honey. De night-bells am chimin'; De white fogs creep oveh de fiel’ en de hill De roun', yelleh moon am lazily climbin’ Oveh de meddehs so cool en so still. Sleep, sleep, Des slumbeh deep, Lulled by de notes ob de ol” whippo'will. Sleep, li'l’ baby ; dey’s né time foh cryin’ When pretty Mis’ Night cums oveh de lan’; ills de San’man am flyin’, his bushels ob sof” silveh san’. Sleep, sleep ; Doan’ dahe ter peep. De tallow bubns blue—de San'man 's et han’. SOCIETY FOR THE PREVENTION’ OF POGSNOGGLES. THE EDITOR—Sir: I take the liberty of asking for space in your columns to further interest the public in the valuable work being carried on by the Society for the Prevention of Pogsnoggles. This society was formed, oh, ever so many years ago, to meet the crying need for a preventative society that should really prevent. Look at the other so-called preventative societies—the Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Children, the Society for the Prevention of Vice, and the Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. Cruelty to’ children dates back to the time when Cain beat up Brother Abel, vice goes back to the day when Mother Eve bit at the apple joke, and Balaam ante- dates Bergh by over an hundred years. How can they expect to pre- vent things that al- ready existed at the time of their organi- zation? It is absurd. But with the So- ciety for the Preven- tion of Pogsnoggles it is different. There is no such thing as Pog- snoggles, and if our society continues to do its duty there never will be. That's our business— preventing them, The only thing that is thus far defi- nitely known about Pogsnoggles is that some of them live in holes. I discovered this important fact myself, While walk- ing in a field several years ago I poked my stick in a hole in the ground and found that it was empty. As there is no such thing as a Pogsnoggle I knew that that is what must have been in the hole. Whether all Mt X peasy Cs 4 SARCASM IN THE ROUGH. Faruer Stack (to neighbor who works for him, but hasnt received any pay for three months) Joel. | cum “ver here to say suthin’ to ye but blamed ef Ihain't fergot what ‘twas one or more Pogsnoggles, or whether all Pogsnoggles inhabit one or more empty holes, remains to be determinéd. At present the society is working to discover the physical charac teristics of Pogsnoggles. To that end we ask for contributions of pic tures of everything in the world. These will be reproduced and printed on top of each other, making one vast composite. If our collection is complete, those portions of the paper remaining blank will represent everything in the world that isn't. This, in whole or part, should be ‘one or more Pogsnoggles, provided, of course, that there aren't any such things. Let me repeat, no greater work now confronts the Amer- ° ican people. For all we know, Pogsnoggles would be the most deadly enemies of the human race. Seeing that none as yet exist, how neces- sary’ it is that we should combine to make sure that none ever shall exist. NEEDED, SOTHE trouble is,” said the pub- lisher to the aspiring author, “that the marriages in your novels are never hap- literary man began, intending to mention realism. “And,” ued the publisher, terrupting him, *the Lord knows we must have happy marriages somewhere.” contin- SIGNS OF MORE. Mrs. Gassitt— “My sister Maude told me something to- day I've promised never to tell.” Mr. Gassitt— “Well, go on. I'm empty holes contain Joe — Mevbe you was goin’ to tell me how fat | m gittin’ on the wages | hain't gittin’.”” listening.” comicbooks.com