Judge, 1909-06-05 · page 5 of 16
Judge — June 5, 1909 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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**"The Yarns of Captain Fibb"** is a six-panel comic strip about a character who lies extravagantly—claiming to have traveled through the Milky Way, landed on the moon, and encountered Saturn's rings. The humor relies on tall-tale traditions common to early 20th-century American humor. Below that are three separate pieces: a "Ballad of the Bachelor's Choice" (a poem about romantic preferences), "His Wife's Tact" (a domestic anecdote about bill disputes), and "Sudden Rise in Real Estate" (brief verse about property investment). These represent typical Judge magazine content—light comedy combining visual gags, poetry, and humorous prose. No specific political figures or events appear referenced; the satire targets universal subjects: unreliable narrators, marital dynamics, and financial matters.
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