Judge, 1907-11-30 · page 3 of 16
Judge — November 30, 1907 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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**Top Cartoon**: Shows an automobile accident where a woman asks her injured companion about damages. His response—needing "a new lamp"—is darkly comedic understatement given the vehicle's destruction. This satirizes early automotive culture's dangers and the casual attitude some took toward serious crashes. **Text Stories**: Include period humor about urban life (Father Knickerbocker observations), a anecdote about a Virginia governor avoiding a Black person's vegetable cart, and various short jokes about marriage, farms, and social mishaps. **Overall Context**: This appears to be general humor and satire typical of early 20th-century Judge magazine—mixing automobile-age comedy with social commentary. The Virginia governor anecdote reflects the era's casual racism. The content targets middle-class urban readers with relatable domestic and modern-life situations.
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HOW FORTUNATE FOR EVERYONE! Any injuries, my love?” =" *m-m! IN SHORT ORDER, LD Father Knickerbocker came To visit this, his former town; And in the midst of wight and dame He stared about with puzzled frown. «© T do not recognize the street." He mused. "Twas here the geese did flock "— Four passers-by trod on his feet. Cried Father Knickerbocker, Ach!" + And yonder used to be a farm.” He mused. ‘For that much can I vouch.” A large policeman grabbed his arm. Cried Father Knickerbocker, ‘Ouch !" «« The Half Moon tavern, I suppose, Is gone, and gone its special brew.”” A transfer wagon grazed his nose. Cried Father Knickerbocker, Whew I" «I miss the wharf and smell of brine ; I miss the fish-wives and the kelp "—— A street-car struck him in the spine. Cried Father Knickerbocker, ‘¢ Help!" “Oh, rescue me,” he prayed, “my hat, And I will cease my flow of lore.” ‘An auto slowly mashed him flat, And Father Knicker spake no more. ROWIN L. SABIN. COULDN'T SEE HER. «4 ]5 YOUR sister in?” inquired the gentleman caller. “ Yes,” replied the youth of the house ; ** but you can't see her.”” “Oh! Is she sick ?” “Nope; she ain't sick. , She's gone an’ locked herself in, so’s no- body kin see her.” “ How ridiculous! Is she indisposed 2” “Nope; she’s in de bath.” Well, we may need a new lamp." STILL HAD A CHANCE. VIRGINIANS are telling with much amusement of a Jamestown ex- position in which the governor of one of the southern states was an important actor. The governor, so the story runs, was crossing from his state building to the executive offices of the exposition. He was about to pass through a gateway when he saw an old negro car- rying a large box, “You go through first, uncle,” said the governor. + You have the largest load." “Yes, sah; Ah has now,” replied the aged darkey. “But hit’s early in de day yit.” RIGHT IN HIS LINE. Howell— “Rowell, the fruit-grower, is married." Powell— “He always said that he was wedded to his art.” Howell— +; Well, he mar- ried a peach.” LOW LIFE HIGH UP. Weary Warster—"'I just asked the lady up in the house for a hand-out, and she gave me a worm that wasn't fit to eat.” comicbooks.com