Judge, 1908-05-09 · page 5 of 16
Judge — May 9, 1908 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century American humor: **"For Number Two"** mocks remarriage through a dialogue where a woman questions what kind of wife a man would marry if he remarried—a setup for the punchline that he'd marry a worse one. **"A Modern Song-Poem"** appears to be romantic verse with an illustration of urban life. **"Adulterated Fodder"** shows a man and woman discussing hay quality—likely satirizing food safety concerns or agricultural fraud of the era. **"Some Years Hence"** predicts a reverend becoming a "sensationalist" pastor, satirizing concerns about clergy abandoning traditional religiosity for publicity. The bottom cartoons use visual puns: logs with eyes captioned "She loves me, she loves me not" and "She does love me!"—anthropomorphizing timber, possibly satirizing sentimentality or absurdist humor.
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