Judge, 1909-05-29 · page 9 of 20
Judge — May 29, 1909 — page 9: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains satirical content about vacation experiences and their consequences. **"At the End of the Vacation"** (top): The cartoon shows a man before and after vacation, depicted as two money bags labeled with pound symbols. The caption "Pounds have been exchanged for pounds" jokes that the vacationer has spent his weight in money—he's gotten fatter while his wallet got thinner. It's a straightforward commentary on vacation expenses. **"In Extremis"** (middle): A humorous poem where a child complains to mother about stomach pain from eating a greenish apple, asking whether she'd poisoned him with quinine, rhubarb, or mustard (common Victorian remedies). The joke satirizes overprotective mothers and period medical practices—the child suspects deliberate poisoning by remedy rather than accepting simple indigestion. **"The Fish Yarn of Vacation Days"** (bottom): A four-panel comic shows a fisherman telling tall tales to children about catching a ten-pound bass. The final panel reveals his reputation as "the biggest liar in this county"—mocking the clichéd vacation storytelling tradition of fishermen exaggerating their catches.
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AT ‘THE END OF ‘THE VACATION. Pounds have been exchanged for pounds. IN EXTREMIS. HAVE caten an apple, mother— Was it quinine or soda, mother, An apple of greenish hue; You put in the water hot, And some way or other, mother, And Johnny admitted, mother, It has pointed my thoughts to you. It went to the very spot? It was such a temptation, mother— 'Twas only an apple, mother, A windfall of tender age; Yet sad is my soul to-day; For I yearn for some method, mother, But it gripes like the mischief, mother, And I'm needing your counsel sage. Was it rhubarb or mustard, mother, You put in dear Johnny's tea When he writhed with convulsions, mother, But tel] me, oh, tell me, mother, Like these that now torture me? What—what shall your offspring Le 8 WATERHOU Of driving this pain away. Only an apple, dear mother— A sphere of a greenish hue; THE FISH YARN OF VACATION DAYS. Thad hooked a ten-pound black bass. —— 2. —— went my line. And that’s how I got my ruputation as the iw this county.” landed comicbooks.com