Judge, 1907-09-21 · page 4 of 16
Judge — September 21, 1907 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several theatrical sketches and jokes typical of early 20th-century Judge magazine humor. **"At the Minstrel Show"** features an Interlocutor questioning Mr. Tambo about his pained expression. The exchange uses heavy dialect humor common to the era's minstrel tradition—though the specific political reference is unclear from context alone. **"Judge's Favorites"** presents Lulu Glaser in "Lola, from Berlin," with mild jokes about her stage performance. **Other sections** include "Officially Executed," "Turn About," "A Clean Record," and "Government Heads"—brief comedic quips rather than sustained satire. The bottom cartoon, "Reported Off the Stage," shows period-dressed figures in a simple gag about marital pursuit. The page exemplifies Judge's mix of theatrical gossip, vaudeville humor, and light social commentary rather than pointed political satire.
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LOVE WITH INTERPOLATIONS. THE sun is setting in the golden west (Quite probably) ; The little children now have gone to rest (Yes, some, maybe). The stars are twinkling in the summer sky (They always do). And to their nests the birdies homeward fly (To-whit! tu-who!) And in the gloaming side by side we sit (Well, that's quite right), Our glowing eyes with love's sweet sunlight lit (You said ‘twas night). We'll breathe our vows and swear that we'll be true (The same old bluff). Naught in this world can come between us two (Oh, that’s enough !). LA TOUCHE HANCOCK. AT THE MINSTREL SHOW. Interlocutor—"\It seems to me, Mr. Tambo, that your face has rather a pained expression on it this evening.” Mr. Tambo—* It's no wondah, sah, seein’ I has two black eyes an’ a numbah ob odder confushuns on it.” JUDGE'S FAVORITES. Interlocutor—" A number of contu- LULU GLASER IM “LOLA, FRoM Bentin."” sions, I suppose you mean, Mr. Tambo. Now comes the coolish autumn air Well, we'll have to look into this matter. When every gent with cash to spare : i . Mies aie hes tact pied ard hoe Has any member of this company struck OFFICIALLY EXECUTED Spend nings at lays = you?” end Gorgeous evenings at Your play Mr. Tambo~**Yes, sah.” He (after the proposal)—"* Am | the first man that Lim ever kissed you?" F . ki Interlocutor— You surprise me. I don't suppose there is any use asking you ‘Sue—'*¥es—er—that is, the first that ever did it fficially. the name of your assailant ?” Mr. Tambo—* No, sah; | has too much honah fo’ dat. I dun tole Mistah Bones, TURN ABOUT. ° T= summer time will soon be gone— arter he knocked me down, dat I wouldn’ tell on him.” Interlocutor—"* Ah, then it’s Mr. Bones who has disfigured you, eh? Mr. Bones, Nature grieves. what have you to say to this charge 2" : And just as soon as autumn comes Mr. Bones (excitedly) —"* D-d-d-d-d-d-dl-d-dat__gen’man, sah, d-d-d-d-d-dun_ con- Astumn leaves, sulted me.” A CLEAN RECORD. Interlocutor—« | suppose you mean he insulted you ?” “+ MAGGIE," said the inexperienced young thing to Mr. Bones —*Yub-yub-yub-yuh-yub-yuh-yes, sah, He dun make me so muh- the cook, «the biscuit were a sight. If you muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-mad dat I wuz black in de face, Duh-dub-duh-duh-duh- can’t do better next time I will have to discharge you.” deed I wuz, sah." Ye will, will ye?” Maggie retorted. «I'll have Interlocutor—* Well, | want an explanation from one of you." ye know, mum, that I've bin workin’ out two years, an’ Mr. Bones — Ah-ab-al-ah-ab-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah "—— I've worked fer cighty-nine of the hest families in town, Interlocutor (interrupting)—* As we haven't all night to settle this thing, well an‘ I ain't never bin discharged yet. I'm leavin’ this let Mr. Tambo do the talking. Go on, Mr, Tambo, and tell your story." afiernoon fer a better place.” Mr. Tambo—« Well, sah, at rehearsal dis mawnin’ dat gen'man who slides when he talks kept singin’ an’ hummin’ an’ a-bodderin’ me laik a ‘skeeter on a wet day. I * In's a wise cork that knows its own pop. ° dun tole him ter hush his gran’ opera seberal times, but he kep’ right on, sah, wid dat singin’. He said t'ings kep’ runnin’ froo his haid, an’ he dun couldn’ help it.” Interlocutor—* Well, and what did you say then? Mr, Tambo—* 1 only said, sah, dat if sich wuz de case he orter use a fine comb, an‘ den de nex’ ting I knowed a black objec’ bumped inter mah face an’ made it full ob confushuns.” Interlocutor—* Well, V'm certainly surprised that Mr. Bones should act so ungentle- manly. However, we will for- give him if he'll sing us that new song-hit of his entitled, *Please Lose dis Coon in a Watahmelyon Patch." Am Lewis, GOVERNMENT HEADS. Knicker—* Nature abhors a vacuum,” Bocker—* But folks sel- dom discover it till it is in the dinner-pail.” comicbooks.com