Judge, 1908-01-25 · page 4 of 16
Judge — January 25, 1908 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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This Judge magazine page contains humor pieces and illustrations without clear political cartoons requiring historical context. **"A Moral with a Story"** presents a whimsical tale about an Egyptian monarch, illustrated with a figure in Egyptian dress—typical of Judge's lighthearted fiction. **"Her Message"** depicts a domestic quarrel where a husband and wife reconcile through a telephone conversation, a contemporary scenario reflecting early 20th-century technology. **"After the Preachers' Meeting"** shows geese discussing a rock, likely satirizing clerical gossip. The remaining pieces—"Judge's Favorites," "Cataloguing It," "Cause of the Late Panic," and "A Sane Retort"—are brief humorous anecdotes without apparent political content. Overall, this page emphasizes general domestic and social humor rather than partisan satire or topical commentary requiring historical knowledge to decode.
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A MORAL WITH A STORY. DONCE, ina fa A rash F and antiquated time, n monarch made ps rhyme. Itw at some battle, Tam told, And praised in strophes rare his warriors bold. é "Twas worded well; ed, tory certain strength ; when "twas finished was a yard in length 1. were men of wisdom, vim, vd it out they planted I Happened an an He spied the tem He pricd that king, s many centuri And with him—never dreaming any b Unearth The ki ‘The poem rushed twice the Hthat poen lay silent and said 1 v1 Is the story ; but, like that old of the tale is overk One point ist ‘Though the pret you may grill, And thus he die, his verses never will. Amather: [the poet you woul s before he has a chance ti write Jer still: Hide trouble lnnwe'er deep, Ott we've sat ent J fool will dig it up to make you weep, Een ito mest tacts AveTHUW J. HEME Mistress of y CATALOGUING IT. ves the HER MESSAGE. AFTER a bitter family quarrel the husbs a she went him a few be had declared that he Tammy Figgjam ryan candidacy tor the presi« speak to his better-half again in five years. As usual, dency come under th rrent + f, and retorted that it would bea good ten Paw Figgjam gain, A few days later the wife called up her brother on the telephone, and the . Tommy ; recurrent.” years before he would hear her yentle ve following conversation took place “Hello! Is this you, John 2" “Yes, Wh. Sis?" “You know, Jobin, that Dick and I have quarreled 2" “What ! ag | “Yes; and it’s all his fault. ] Oh, certainly! What's the trouble this time 2" | “Why, he got angry just because he received a bill for a |: fifty-dollar hat f ordered.” “don't bl— at is, the wretch !" “Isn'the? We for years “Bosh! Slap him on the back and call him old sport, and not going to speak to each other again years." make it up. You folks can’t go along that way.” + We managed all right until the hired girl left List night, but now there is no ¢ to deliver our messages to each other ust be tough to have to call in one of the neigh- AFTER THE PREACHERS’ MEETING. . rat big Plymouth Rock rooster?” gobbled the white goose. 's entered the ministry.”* clucked the shanghai rooster. as well,” cackled the brown leg! “He never was any good as a layman." hors t ask your husband for car-fare tc go shopping.” 1 Ob, it’s not as bad as that, He sees that have plenty of mortey without asking. for i w, John, IT want you to give Dick a messaye fron me.” ! Flecor CAUSE OF THE LATE PANIC, Wall + Sure : up to-night and spank both of you for acting so ch , eeTHE I want you to ‘phone him immediately after I leave the °° : ‘i Street, ve to answer it I fare we Lambs left No; the message can't wait that long. instrument. I'll hurry up stairs, so he will | + All rigght, Sis. Where is he now ? 7: sand bears all guash their 4g to cook himself an egy. You know the girl left." — I mean, the fool! Well, Wit what shall 1 tell him 2” jaws, * Poor dev Dread and 1 their keep. Fell him, John, that there is a can of sardines in the pantry, and that [will make o the coffee just as soon as he gets out of the kitchen.” hard work A SANE RETORT. | Rampant sociale ¢ ist —* Di thin not it is criminal for you to buy a piano to lock up in your parlor w your neighbor is hungry ?* Citizen COLD ‘COMFORT: unless my neigh! Tue cawany—* Yes: I've been living in this cage the past few years, and Ihave _ hungry enough to no kick coming.” eat a piano.” comicbooks.com