Judge, 1909-01-30 · page 7 of 16
Judge — January 30, 1909 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
**Top Comic Strip:** A Western parody featuring two competing cowboys ("Lariat Luke" and "Deadshot Dick") competing over a woman using lasso tricks. The humor is slapstick—exaggerated Western clichés of rival gunfighters, rendered absurd through increasingly elaborate rope displays. **"A Bothersome Article":** A humorous poem by Frank R. Walton using repetitive structure (mimicking Gilbert & Sullivan) to catalog everyday frustrations—empty coal bins, bread boxes, pockets, and skull. The joke plays on "Empty" appearing when least wanted: a gentle satire on domestic disappointment and the human tendency to complain about minor inconveniences. **Woman Suffrage Quip:** A brief gag asserting women's determination to be heard politically, even if physically restrained—topical to Judge's era when women's voting rights were hotly debated. **"Poor Brooklyn":** A regional stereotype joke: a confused elderly man can't remember where he lives until told he "looks like a Brooklyn man," immediately recognizing the insult implicit in that identification—satirizing Brooklyn's perceived unfashionability or undesirability.
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‘THE RIVAL RANGERS. 1. Lariat Luke, the lasso kine— “My rival comes, Clementine, but 2. ——for my riata never 3 and you must come with Deadshot Dick shall never claim fails —— me—— you, A BOTHERSOME ARTICLE. WENT down to my coal-bins, much doubt within my soul; I I looked in ev'ry coal-bin, and found a ton of Empty! ‘The dreadful words I uttered my morals would disgrace, For I do not like Empty when it’s in the wrong place. I looked into my bread-box, by foolish hope misled; I wanted food sustaining, but found a loaf of—Empty! You cannot half imagine the scowling of my face, For I do not like Empty when it’s in the wrong place. I felt in ev'ry pocket, with speed that was quite funny; I thought I'd find some coinage, but all I found was—Empty! 1 t repeat my language—'twould rather scorch this space; For I do not like Empty when it’s in the wrong place. I tapped and tapped my forchead, What does my skull contain? 1 tapped and kept on tapping, and soon discovered—Empty ! I bought a pint of sawdust and filled the hollow space, And [crowded out Sir Empty from at least one place! YRANK R, WALTON, ‘OU may thrust a woman suffrage! padlock her in the closest cell, bu can't shut her up. behind double iron bars and f she feels like talking you 4. foiled me!” POOR BROOKLYN! Aged rambler—* Officer, 1 can’t remember where 1 live!” Officer Hoslry—* You look like a Brooklyn man.” Rambler~"* Ab, that’s it! ‘There's where I live.” Offcer—" Great Scott! I should think youd want to keep on forgetting.”* comicbooks.com