Judge, 1909-03-06 · page 13 of 17
Judge — March 6, 1909 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several humor pieces typical of early 20th-century Judge magazine—primarily brief anecdotes and advertisements rather than political cartoons. **The main content:** The "Recent Importations from Across the Water" section features translated European jokes, likely from German publications (references to *Fliegende Blätter*, *Meggendorfer Blätter*). These mock European manners and situations: a servant masking his smoking habits, an elderly woman fleeing from a man, marital discord over clothing expenses. The longest piece is a humorous serialized penny-dreadful parody—"Bill Dalton" keeps dying repeatedly in melodramatic fashion (shot, falls, avalanche), satirizing the absurd plot coincidences in cheap serial fiction popular at the time. **Advertisements** dominate: Cook's Champagne, Karo syrup, Chiclets gum, and Shiclets candy emphasize product benefits through domestic/social scenarios. **The satire targets:** European pretension, marital tensions, servant dynamics, and lowbrow entertainment conventions—standard humor for Judge's educated, middle-class readership mocking both foreign affectations and popular culture.
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Recent Importations From Across the Water ODORS ARE DECEIVING. A PENNY NOVELETTE BOILED DOWN. Butler (to a friend who sews in the home of a rich man)—'How does it that you are smoking cabbage-leaf ‘3 here in the house?"” riend—*1 must, so that when my ster returns he will not think that I smoked so many of his imported brands.”” Meggendorfer Blaetter, TO THE POINT. Elderly aunt—"*1 suppose you won- dered, dear little Hans, why T left you so abruptly in the lane. I saw a man, and, oh, how I ran!” Hans—"Did you get him?"’—Flie- Let ’em come while the 1. ‘As he rode slowly over the trail the| crack of a rifle washeard. * * * Bill Dalton lay dead with a ball through his temple. ctr The next morning Bill Dalton a and, though somewhat pained by th wound through his head, set forth to find is comrad As he reached the canyon his horse shied and lost his footing. Horse and rider went toppling down two thousand feet to instant death. lasts. You can’t set’ a limit to a griddle cake appetite when fe is on the table. ‘The best syrup for every purpose, Mm. Bruised and wounded, he got up three gende Blaetter, | . hours later, and in a moment of despera- Ac OM ASS SOE THON: tion rode off twenty miles to the cave He—"Your wardrobe in the past year | where his brother desperadoes lived. As In air-tight tins: 10¢, 25¢, 506 cost me more than my two book- he entered, a long, low “Hist!” eame| \ A book of recipes for cook- cpers, It is more than I can afford.” from the deepest corner of the cave. | A lng and candy-making sent that so? Then discharge ‘There was an instant'a pause, the fash | free on request. { them.""—Fliegende Blatt | of a bowie, and Bill Dalton bit the dust, never more to rise, SAUCE FOR THE GOOSE. Wife (to her neighbor) —"So you have found out that your husband is going to » ball this evening. Of the going, too?” the Iv. Somewhat feeble, but strengthened by fresh morning air, Bill Dalton left ve next day, ‘Il-luck attended | THOSE SERVANTS! jbuttoanotherball."" him. Riding all alone through the! for Blactter. mountains, he was startled by a horrible ey Lady of the house ‘o it was an un- sound. Looking up he saw an avalanche! % |expected ¢ servant It came with terrible speed. It a ne my fri s ¢ shop at the reached him, pushed him into a chasm ff same tin wned my watch? of two miles below, and buried him under course you $1 as yours? ; a thousand tons of rock and stone. Poor Servant girl—“Naturally; she said the same thing. Then how we both Dalton was dead! feggendurfer Blaetter, v. a frontier mining town w! of robbing a b: xt old Bill was eng: 1 and had only “Wot's hydrophobia Watkins, as he the of picker! up, a “Then run for a doctor, as he fell back with a gre dead man.""— Pearson's W EXTRA DRY CHAMPAGN E wat I wont.” es better eat any 7 price. “What! “Yes; a year ago. married again, And est congratulations. "” ter. STaade Bark Keg US. | Sbielets REALLY DELIGHTFUL <Che Daint int@ Goverey yGoated Dinner. YOUR KNOWING FRIEND KNOWS. that the odor of Creme de Mente preferable to that of tobacco and therefore chew Chiclets fiat up in little gerrn bags for a niche! and in 5.10 and 25eent parkets by Frank fi-fleer'S Company —= + Philadelphia, nese + ‘+ and Toronto, Canada: + The next afternoon he was arrested in | but it turned out t t it means hatred of water, ‘his pal, *tand it is a fatal di: TWO BIRDS, ONE STONE. | Your husband is dead?"* “*My sincerest condolence and hearti- — Flies [laughed !"— A NIGHTMARE. ‘The poetical young man with soulful eyes was walking wth his mat fact brother by the riverside down ind home A ton way last Saturday afternoon. brides caaing ‘belle, “How the stream tosses in its slum- Happy ever after. A. I cern ee HYDROPHOBIA. | * tked Weary | ” replied NO WONDER pm some one who to you. I bet you HER TOOTH STILL ACHES. Scene— ionable watering place in northern Britain, English lady visitor (suffering from He—" 1 have just com + wished to be remembe guess who it is an. Aly. “Was it Count Katoin?” | He—"No.” toothache) —"'I say, gardener, have you She—** Baron Burenski 2 adentist here?”’ | He—""No.” Old gardener—"Yees, . mem—yees, last week [| Sée—'t Mayor Muller?" ae English lady visitor—‘‘Does he ex- 1 tract “eeth with the aid of gas? Old gardener—“Bliss usa’, mem! We hae aye guid daylicht here." "Hl never guess, so gende Blaet- will tell yo | —Fliegende Blactter, ive the stress of modern traffic Pusch, THE SURVIVAL OF ‘THE showing how only the willowy type is likely to comicbooks.com