Judge, 1908-03-21 · page 3 of 16
Judge — March 21, 1908 — page 3: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
**Top Cartoon ("Hold the Fort"):** Depicts a cannon labeled "Cannon of Ill." firing at a fort, with the cannon's barrel formed into a caricatured face. This appears to be political satire about Illinois politics, though the specific reference is unclear without additional context. **Middle Section:** Contains a joke about a clergyman and a parishioner discussing drinking, followed by a sartorial column and a poem titled "Oh, Blazes!" describing what appears to be a domestic fire incident. **Bottom Cartoon ("A Nibble"):** Shows a figure in water next to what appears to be industrial or urban structures in a swamp-like setting, likely satirizing corruption or "nibbling away" at resources or standards. The overall page mixes political commentary with humor and domestic satire typical of Judge's satirical approach.
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(2 . a CS = ie} Se \ 0 HOLD ‘THE FOR'T. A booming ticket—Cannon and Fort, HE THOUGHT IT A CONFESSION. WELL-KNOWN clergyman tells the following joke on himself: One day he A as going down town and was greeted by one of his parishioners who was a little the worse off for liquor. ‘The clergyman turned from him with a look of disgust and. “Drunk again “So am 1,” stuttered the inebriated parishioner. SARTORIAL, Knicker —“Wood- ruff wants to he Taft's running mate." Bocker— “Then the ticket would ighed: POTIPHAR—* Wa-al, | must say this isa be a combi nation of ry, PM make it prety mantleanda warm tor f you don't beat waisteoat.” OH, BLAZES! UR offices bay is fiery; he ggotredely + day, And a bhize it uj in a nd tranquil ways But pretty soon it reached a verse on Standard Oil concerns, And the way that fire flared) up then would starthe Hobbie Burns, It seized upon the rocking chairs; it singed the njice cat; Tt burned our new wmbretla and the “Welcame® an the mat; And it scorched the Turkish rugs upon the floor It simply ruined our new shoes that every one admired; Mt reached a box of our cigars and pretty near exp And it crecked the stained-glass panels in the dour ured our lively verse—like this one here,you knio— It reached a pile of rotten stuff, its jury seemed ta grove. But the lames were most impartial, we admit Four they burned the good stuff also, and they quite destroyed the glue, While they made short work of anecdotes and Junny stories, too; Ind they didn't seem the least ashamed of it. admit we" \ t reached : : used it some: ly resared \ ) > Ut burned i our matches so we couldn't light the gas: “os It didw't even stop at stamps, but licked them up en masse; S ve HRI It scattered galley-proujs about the ¢ The sub S$ stopped running while they read our verse and prose, —a The fire department laughed so hard it busted all its hose, . sbyanirias . A NIBBLE. And nrw we wish we hadn't been so witty. comicbooks.com