Judge, 1908-07-04 · page 4 of 16
Judge — July 4, 1908 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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This page contains miscellaneous humor pieces rather than coherent political satire. The content includes: **"Notes from the Basswood Bugle"** — local gossip items poking fun at small-town characters (Lem Huggins, Miss Dode Potter, etc.) and their mishaps. **Illustrated jokes** featuring chickens with a "Big Cross" trademark, and a circular "Particle of Smoke" illustration—likely internal magazine recurring features or advertisements. **Dialogue humor pieces** titled "Skilled," "Grasping," "The First of Its Kind," "Delicatessens," and "Ignorance is Bliss"—simple wordplay and punchline jokes without clear political content. **"At the Music Counter"** — a brief comic exchange about sheet music. The page emphasizes rural/provincial humor and domestic situations typical of early 20th-century satirical magazines, with no identifiable major political figures or events.
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IWOTES FROM THE BASS- WOOD BUGLE. IILLIKER fell down B and broke his arm the other day, and Doc Hanks tokl him he better get a sling for it. Bige went and got seven or eight whiskey slings for it, and then fell down and broke the other one. Lem Huggins is getting to be a regular dude. He trimmed the fringe off the bottom of his pants last week in Ansel’ Pike's feed box. Jabez Storms stole a kiss from the village milliner one day last week, and was ar- rested for pretty larceny. Miss Dode Potter is using her high-school diploma for a rat weekdays, and on Sunday she uses her music roll. Grandpa Prouty got a new wooden leg from down to New York, but when he got it ‘on he kept fallin’ down all the time. this until he found out it was made out'n slippery ellum. Mr. Cal Stebbins, one of our astute financiers, spent three weeks in New York re- cently. When he went down there he took one boiled shirt and a two-dollar bill, and never changed either one of them. We think this crusade against the social evil is all right. By gin- ger! the last social we had in this town cost Ye Editor two shillin’. Miss Angie Skibbs is makin’ a peek-a-boo shirt-waist out'n the hammock her folks had on the side porch last summer. Lem Huggins expects to start out soon with his cane rack to the street fairs. Any feller that can throw a one-inch ring over a cane with a four-inch head on it gets the cane. While loitering in the vicinity of a hen-house one night last week, Wash Whittle, choir leader of the Brunette Baptists’ Church, got a charge of buckshot into his system. Now all he can sing is “A Charge To Keep I Have."* ROY K, MOULTON. ew ACCURAT Pa—*I think you should make a reduction in his case. He only eats one meal a day.” Lady—"* One meal a day? Well, well! make duction. When does he take this one mea —* From about eight a m: till twilight, as a rule. FAVORIT MARGARET ANGLIN, TO APPEAR IN “THE AWAKENING OF HELENA RITCHIE From such a worthy book a mighty play should spring art as yours for its inter- He couldn't explain And DELICATESSEN! 66] NEVER sausage lovely verse!" The pretty maiden cried “Oh, indeed!" the bard replied. “*T think it is the wurst. POPULAR SONG. n't it awful, Mabel?” SKILLED. 66 FYOW aid you acquire such skill?” asked the inqu the clever juggler. “Why, I have a natural talent father used to eat peas with a knife.” ve one of IGNORANCE IS BLISS. Miss Runkerhill—" Have you read Scott's novels?” Mixs Laker—* AM but his T have seen it ad- rtised a great many times in Chicago, but I have never been able to get a copy.”" hereditary, I might say. My * Emulsion,” GRASPING. Banker. velt is aan Broker. Banker. Broker: ** After all, Roose- “Yes; he is.” Is what?" “* After all."" AT THE MUSIC COUNTER. The lady— Kindly let me have ‘The Jewel Song’ from ‘ Faust.’"" THE FIRST OF ITS KIND. Philos (sagely shaking his head)—* There is nothing new under the sun."* Justwed (with timid reluc- Have you seen my PARTICLE MAGNIFIED, The salesman —** How will you have it, madam—off the hoof or canned?” OTS uy men will beat araound in order tew git n’ raound a carpet. OF SMOKE, CONTAINING FOURTH OF JULY MICKOBE, HIGHLY comicbooks.com