Judge, 1908-12-05 · page 33 of 44
Judge — December 5, 1908 — page 33: what you’re looking at
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This page contains humorous rural/frontier sketches from early 20th-century America: **"Medicine Hat"** (top) is a comic poem celebrating the Canadian town of Medicine Hat for its extreme winter weather—constant blizzards, perpetual snow, and frigid temperatures. The satire gently mocks both the harsh climate and the boastful pride settlers take in enduring it. **"Christmas Notes from the Basswood Bugle"** (bottom) is a series of anecdotal jokes about rural holiday gift-giving. The humor centers on comedic domestic situations: a husband giving impractical gifts (cigars, pipes), a grandfather receiving 87 pairs of slippers, and an editor receiving so many neckties he raffles them off. The longest story describes Hank Tilson accidentally catching fire while dressed as Santa Claus at a church Christmas tree. The cartoons emphasize small-town life's absurdities and the gap between what people think they need and what they actually receive—typical American frontier humor of the era.
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MEDICINE. HAT. H, THERE'S a spot I wot of where the arctic winds blow free Every week they have a blizzard, and sometimes two or thre The sun is ever hidden in a semi-frozen sk And a snowfall isn’t counted ‘less it’s th It’s the place to w Medicine Hat! Rearing, tearing Medicine Hat! fills his ome feet high. bellows up, and waits Old Boreas comes howlin, ms to know, in summe ning, doing wh . why, no or What goes old Winter is sure of standing pat Medicine Hat! Blustering, flustering: Medicine Hat! sky is overcast, + flag a-flying from the m and see if it don’t sixty-five-mile you'll see it's dai you see the dust read the yellow bulleti “A howling blizzard’s comir And if you look the m Hat blowy Medicine Hat! VICTON A. HERMANN, Medic CHRISTMAS NOTES FROM THE BASSWOOD BUGLE. had to hunt around and ETH PURDY says, by gravy! he is goin’ to give his wife a find a hundle and fit it box of cigars and genui tation French briar pipe for into the axe, and then a point-lace run back to the creek Christmas this year, Last year she give corset cover, a buckhorn-handled curlin’iron and a set of and break the ice with vermin furs. the a 1 jump Grandpa Binks has got eighty-seven pairs of slippers, and he in, By that time the says his grandchildren must think he is a centipede along about a in hi otton Christmas time. was gainin’ Ye editor wishes it distinctly understood that he all the adway, but aft- neckties he needs, Last y he got forty-seven for Christmas, and dd swum around when he tried to wear one of them to the Old Settlers’ picnic last in the water for about a summer, he was pinched for disturbin’ the peace and incitin’ a riot. half an hour they was The office bull pup ate up two of them, and went mad with the rab- put out; but he was laid bits in his interior from hydrophoby, and bit Anse Hilliker, our pop-up with the sciattical ular and congenial chattle mortgage shark, on, the leg, breakin’ —rhcumatiz for six ks. three teeth and ruinin’ his digs . x. Ye Editor made the Hank. also lost a large balance of the neckties into a crazy quilt, which was raffled off for part of his own whis- the benefit of the heathen by the Ladies’ Aid. A quilt ain't much — kers, which he was let- use to a heathen, far as we can generally plenty hot in tin’ grow in order to heathen countries, No ties this year, please! What we 1 cll them in the spring most is a pair of pants. come all, to a plasterer over to Hank Tilson jaus actin’ for him, Last Pinckne time he was Santy Claus at the Christmas tree at the Hard Shell meetin’ house, he went out back of the church to smoke his pipe a while without kin’ off his cotton whiskers, which caught fi He ran down to th ine house of Wid Hose Company No. 1, and turned in an alarm, and waited around for a while for the company to come and extinguish him; but said com- pany was busy with the hook and ladde: in’ presents off the Christmas tree and didn’t hear the fire bell, and Hank When he got down there he found the thick he couldn't jump in, 80 he ran back to Tibbitt's gen- Was SO y a bearskin and snowshoes, broad and flat Fora nd a shiver through the backbone of the States; question one And Jack Frost, the polar artist, has headquartei all, him a dang sight better, as Where he sketches iey patterns ere he makes hia winter's call kerosene and wicks cost mon- spot where big storms centre in one everlngting spa cy, and it takes about a cord Untamed, queer-named Medicine Hat! of wood every night to keep fA tise? i the air-tight stove goin’ while . 4 ion, many miles from anyw Sinerle calliy’ ont ed With a w », some Injuns, and perhaps a polar bear, Elmer is callin’ and poppin 1 the north winds start to Junction. job like dis!” Stringin’ popcorn for the Christ tree is all the go here just no Imer Prindle has been poppin’ corn for Miss Lutie Bibbins to string s al evenings lately, Old man Bibbins says if Elmer would stop poppin’ corn and pop the it would suit re corn, Silas Renfrew's birthday comes on Christmas, and so. ny of his wife's folks are undecided whether to give him a birthday present or a Christmas present that he ly don’t yet eith says gol ding the lu how! He got two presents from his wife last Christmas a pair of twins, hoy x. MOULTON AN UNFORTUNATE WISH. “To tink dat all last summer I wanted a eral store and picked the lock on the front door with a but- A DE tonhook, and went in and tried Father “Ws to find an axe, He found an Sohuny (quay axe all right, but it didn’t Been tien have any handle in it; and he tic “ONCERTING QU) s good to bring you all these things at his trains of cars, tin sol ‘foah’s Arks, music boxe suits, bows in’ ter give m soldie TION. ers, games, rol » toy » Teddy sto men= comicbooks.com