Judge, 1907-02-02 · page 10 of 16
Judge — February 2, 1907 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several unrelated satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century American humor. The lead story mocks masculine bravado: a daredevil lion tamer brags about his next grand act—not circus heroics, but *arguing with his wife about her spending on hats and dresses*. The joke targets both reckless showmanship and marital tensions over women's fashion expenditures. Other sketches satirize social conventions: a chronic bore interrupts colleagues but misinterprets being told he's "intruding unnecessarily"; a father finally attends his son's church performance in the afternoon to avoid the preacher working too hard; a prohibition-era police chief orders raids on illegal saloons but asks his sergeant to find one so he can refill his bottle. The humor relies on ironic reversals and commentary on contemporary social hypocrisy.
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. BRAVADO? DURING the performance of the den of lions, tigers, hyenas, bears, panthers, and leopards, the audience had sat a-tremble, shuddering lest at any in- stant the dare-devil tamer might be torn limb from limb. Truly he had gone beyond the farthermost bounds of prudence. Time and again he had thrust his head into the gaping jaws of the ferocious beasts and then reached out and caught the lashing tail and twisted it until the animal roared with pain and rage. But at the conclusion of his act he advanced to the bars of the cage and said, “+ Ladies and gentlemen, to-morrow evening, in this cage, I shall perform the crowning act of bravery of my life. I shall take my wife in here with me and shall tell her frankly just what I think about the amount she blows in on hats and dresses, and then I shall refuse to allow her to have a new hat or dress until the ones she now has are worn out.” NOT NECESSARILY. $6] HOPE I don’t intrude,” said the chronic bore with a simper as he inter- rupted a business té.e-a-téte. ++ Not necessarily,”" said one of the interrupted ones dryly. + Oh, not necessarily, eh !" exclaimed the bore. «I'm so glad 1am not intruding !” “1 didn’t say you were not. [said you were intruding ‘not necessarily,” THE TEDDY-BEAR CRAZE. which means unnecessarily.” Piccy—"' It’s only a Teddy bear. ma."" Tue sean—"'If |'can only encourage pigey to believe that a few minutes longer here's where I dine A CHILD'S ADVICE. LITTLE Howard, whose age is five years, has an older brother who has recently been admitted to membership in the boy-choir of a fashionable Episcopal church. One day Howard heard his mother taking his father to task because he had never gone to hear his older son sing. Howard had frequently been taken Circ of the heavenly rest. Who are the heavenly rest? to services by his mother or his grandmother, and he seemed to be rather proud of the fact that among the surpliced boys who marched in at the beginning of the ceremonies and out at the close was Palmer, his “big brother.” One Sunday morning Howard’s father, somewhat conscience-stricken, may- hap, said, after getting up from the breakfast-table, + Well, I think I'll go to church to-d: and hear Palmer sin Howard looked up at him very gravely and said, «1 would advise you to go in the afternoon. They don’t let the preacher have so much to do, and it's shorter then.” BECOMING FASHIONABLE. First hobo—* | accerdently discovered dat last month Handout Hank worked fer four hull days fer a farmer, sawin’ wood.” Second hobo— De traitor! Wot defense did he offer as ter why he shouldn't be ostercized 2” First hobo— He swore he wuz cursed wid a dual personality.” THE ALTERNATIVE. “Do you always leave cards when you call? “No: sometimes | leave an umbrella.”* OH! 11, how the moun shines! That's no matter. Oh, how the hoofs on the hard snow clatter! Oh, the sleigh-bells, how they jingle! Oh, the blood, how it does tingle! Oh, the Oh, the bright eyes! red lips pouting ! Oh, the dear head on your shoulder! Ob, what a chump if you don’t enfold her! Oh, the muffs and the soft fur collars! Owe for the rig about ten dollars! a» ssorr. INFORMATION WANTED. . RGEANT,” said the chief of detectives on il ~ Sunday morning, **go out and see if you can | a saloon that is violating my closing-order this IK \ itt \ \ i said the sergeant, saluting. nd if you find one come back and report to me privately. I forgot to get my bottle filled yes- terday.” WINTER-WEIGHT CLOTHING. LAWYER named Kant E. B. Small Often enters a suit in the fall; But the very next spring— “ curious thing He can't enter his suit at all! A MIXED MENU. Mr. Murpny, Eso.—"* Oi'll make thot dago sarve me Hungarian goulash. Cirish stole, or know th’ rayson whoy.”* comicbooks.com