Judge, 1908-12-26 · page 5 of 17
Judge — December 26, 1908 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This appears to be a Christmas-themed editorial page from Judge magazine, featuring several pieces of satirical content: **"The Little Boy Who Moved"** and **"The Wustest Boy"** are sentimental poems with accompanying illustrations—likely gentle social commentary on childhood behavior and family dynamics rather than sharp political satire. **"Reflections of Uncle Ezra"** contains social commentary on contemporary issues: men dying at 110 after lives of tobacco and whiskey; the passenger-rate war (likely referring to shipping/railroad competition); William Tibbits refusing taxes because the world is ending; and Hank Tumma's inflammatory rheumatism preventing magazine work. **"Her Complimentary Color"** appears to be a racist dialect joke about skin tone. The page mixes sentimental holiday content with period-typical crude social commentary and ethnic humor.
📄 Transcribed text from this page (OCR, searchable)
Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
“A FRIEND INDI you come out you might by old chap. It came off just about there x my other TH’ WUSTEST BOY. H’ WUSTEST boy on our street Is Willie Dobbins—say ! He’s allus up ter som’thin’ bad, An’ all th’ neighbors pray Their boys won't be like Willie is. But, hully gee! th’ past two weeks He's bin ez good ez pie— Hain’t rung no door bells, kicked a dorg, Er told a really lie. His face shines like our boiler— But pop told ma he’s ‘spi Thet Willie’s angel ways An’ all his goody-goodness Is due to holidays. Bill told me on th’ quiet like There ain’t no Santa Claus, An’ little kids like him an’ me Wuz fooled by pas an’ mas. Bill said thet he was bein’ good Fer wot there wuz in sight, An’ th’ more I think what Bill he said, It ‘peers thet pa was right. Mis bein’ good by fits an’ starts To me seems gol-durned queer, But guess it’s mainly jes because Thet Christmas time is near. GEORGH LOCKHART DARTR. REFLECTIONS OF UNCLE EZRA. 'T IS seldom that a man dies at one hundred and ten years that we don’t hear he has chawed and smoked tobacker and drank forty-rod whiskey all his life. There was a swap social at the Hard Shell meetin’ house the other night, and every woman was supposed to take something she didn’t need. Mrs. Hod Peters took Hod. Owin’ to the passenger-rate war, it is said to be cheaper to go to Europe than to stay to hum, but there are a few American heiresses who will hardly agree with this. William Tibbitts has refused to pay his taxes be- cause an astrologer said the world is comin’ to an end January first, and William wants to save the money. When William shaves, he lathers his face with the end of his whiskers to save buyin’ a brush. Hank Tumms wouldn’t be no hand to work in a powder magazine because he has got inflammatory rheuma' ROY K. MOULTON. dat.” THE LITTLE: BOY WHO MOVED. HE fairies missed him when they came To play their evening game; ‘They searched the old red farmhouse through, ‘They called aloud his name, They even looked inside the barn, But vain their questing proved. So they made up their elfin minds The little boy had moved. Kris Kringle missed him when he came Upon his reindeer ride; He hunted for him high and low, But not a trace he spied. But still he keeps a lookout sharp ‘To find him if he can The little boy who went one day To live inside a man, Me LANDBURGH. WILSON. HER COMPLIMENTARY COLOR He—* Wha’s dat, Miss Johnsing, yo" dc like de snow? Fo’ de Lawd’s sake! ef yo’ cud see how it obhansifies yoah complexion yo" suttinly wuddent say comicbooks.com