Judge, 1908-11-21 · page 6 of 16
Judge — November 21, 1908 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century American humor: **"Leap Year in Darktown"** uses racist caricature and dialect to mock African American aspirations. A prospective father-in-law questions whether a young man can support his daughter; she brags about her laundry business and "improved machinery"—satirizing both economic ambition and the idea of women as breadwinners during leap year (when tradition reversed courtship roles). **Other sketches** mock social pretension, bachelor recklessness, and gender dynamics. "The Wrong Charge" jokes about a man inviting chorus girls to dinner without introduction as "reckless daring" rather than misconduct. **"Marvel of Human Ingenuity"** satirizes newspaper typecasting machines by reproducing a repetitive, garbled dispatch about Orville Wright's aviation experiments—suggesting the technology produces mindless repetition. The page reflects period anxieties about modernization, changing gender roles, and social mobility, delivered through offensive racial stereotyping standard to 1900s American satire.
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LEAP YEAR IN DARKTOWN. Fond parent—'* What assur- ance have I that you will be able to provide formy beloved George Washington 'Rastus?”” Miss Amanda Jackson—"'1's doin’ fohteen fam'ly washin's now, Mr. Johnsing, and wiv de interroduction ob improved ma- chinery I kin jest double my output.”” PITY ‘TIS, ‘TIS TRUE. Teacher (to pupils) —"* What is the first meal you eat in the morning?” Smart boy—“ Oatmeal."” SO IT SEEMS. Lecturer—" To-day the men are living much faster than the wome: Man (in audience) —** That's right. Twenty years when I got married, my wife was five 1, where'll we go now—football game or matin a the Gide: wow ahe's Bve e ‘ ye it will be beef and braw : oe wings; and I don't want to b nded of anything to eat for years the younger. IVING DINNER, ‘THE UNHAPPY MEDIUM. 66 RRONSON is one of the most humble men Lever saw.” “Yea, Arrogance seems to be wholly for- eign to his make-up. “1 wonder why it is that he always has such a servile manr “TL think it i he is neither rich enough to get trust nor poor enough to belong to a un THE WRONG CHARGE. 66(pFFICER,” said the police magistrate, “what is the charge against this man “Disorderly conduct, your honor, He ap- proached two chorus ladies to whom he had never been introduced and invited them to have a Thanksgiving dinner at his expense."" “That wasn't disorderly conduct—it was reckless daring."” A MARVEL OF HUMAN INGENUITY. T™ WRITER has never appreciated until recently what a boon was conferred upon humanity by the typecasting machine, It is now in general use in a majority of newspaper offices, and the writer's heart throbs with grati- tude to the inventor when he reads an impor- tant and thrilling dispatch like the follow- ing: “Washington, D. C., Sept. 12.—At Fort Myer, to- day, Orville Wright in his aeroplane broke another rec- women, They have asked for the suffrage on grounds of affection has little to do with the marriage since it -£499 0) poanadde 4t yno apeur ysul yw sem yV0Y9 Oy) UA ‘This achievement on the part of Wright leads to the re an conclusion that the problem of the navigation of the opening here for a has at last been- poet?” he inquired, by the tyrant man with his medieval ideas of the duties “Yes, J by the tyrant man with his medieval ideas of the duties replied th itor, by the tyrant man with his medieval ideas of the duties touching a button un- solved. ‘The planes of this unique machine are constructed derneath his desk; the heaviness which was needed where a tube was necessary and the next instant YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY the poet disappeared through a trap door THANKSGIVING DAY. in the floor. HANKSGIVING DAY draws ne en with pensive e Reflects upon the prospect queer — she'll soon be chicken He—"* Reall now, what would The turkey’s voice is stilled; chagrin has choked his breath, o if you were a IT ALI. DEPENDS ‘Tis hard to know that he'll be filled with chestnuts after death, Mr. Smith—* Are you interested in stu She—"What The pig. hi se to fret; in vain he cries, * Fair play! Jones —** ves, when the job is done by a For what a roasting he will et upon Thanksgiving Day! would you xood cook comicbooks.com