Judge, 1909-09-04 · page 7 of 16
Judge — September 4, 1909 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from the satirical magazine *Judge* contains multiple short humorous pieces mocking early 1900s American life: **Top cartoons** satirize contemporary social problems: dangerous chauffeurs and joy-riders (new automobile hazards), women's poor aim with weapons but accuracy with household items like flatirons, and young people kept out late by dance halls. **"Notes from the Basswood Bugle"** is a recurring rural humor column mocking small-town life through invented anecdotes—counterfeit schemes, bridge whist parties, a station agent greasing tracks to stop trains, farmers hiring "expert safe crackers" annually. The humor depends on exaggerated rural stereotypes and small-town absurdities. **"A Woman's View of the Situation"** depicts a couple at an evening ball; the wife complains rain drowns out the music—ironic since she'll appreciate not hearing it after death. The overall tone is lighthearted mockery of emerging automobile culture, rural life, and domestic situations, typical of *Judge's* early-20th-century satirical approach.
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Niage THE SAW APPLIED. HAUFFEUR, when you crack a pate, Stop not to investi- gate, He who kills and runs away Lives to kill another day. THE AIM OF A WOMAN. "THE potice records show that some women, who can't hit the side of a barn with a stone, have remarkable aim with a flatiron. THE JOY-RIDER. MiA2Y bat o little car, ‘Twas painted white feur went The car was sure to go. NE objection to ham. mocks is that they keep a great many young persons out late nights. A TRUTHFUL SIGN. Bug—" Well, I should say And it almost took my head off in the bargain! NOTES FROM THE BASSWOOD BUGLE. TIBBITTS is hoppin’ mad. He sold twelve dozen down to the store and they gave him a library table, and hopes, t two-dollar bill for ‘em. enough more to git the library. Some joker dropped a half peck of dried apples in The last time Deacon Renfrew was in New York he went to the water cooler at the Basswood huttel, and the see “The Lion and the Mouse," but says he got stung bad as he thought it was an animile sh could he heard sever- Ame Hilliker promised his wife al blocks, knocked all he would take another glass plasterin’ off the of whiskey, and now goes around * and ruined a with a tin cup in his pocket. fine oil paintin’ of Deacon Renfrew has hired the the Burlington Route. Basswood Corners Silver Cornet nd to play at his funeral. ‘The con ain't dead yet, but he wants the band to play so that he won't be Mrs, Bill Whipple hi ved up enough soap wrappers to sit a seventy-five years or so, to up explosion, which ‘They are adve tisin’ a green horse race for our county fair. Huh! Who ever see a green hol It was rumored that there was goin’ to be a bridge whist party this town last week. Constable Lute Bibbs had all the bridges watched, but the culprits were not ketched. When our station agent wants to go fishin’, he greases the track with soft soap so the train can’t stop. The land is so all-fired hard in this vicinity that the farmers have to club in every spring an expert safe cracker to from New York and do tl an plant the seed. The proprietor of our thirst bunch of cherric to serve in cock- prohibition wav isso threatenin’ that he dassent in vest in a bottle of real on ¢ put a windmill on I meetin’ house to run the pipe organ. Pastor Hanks will furnish the wind. Jim Binks stole the sheet-iron thunderstorm from the opry house to put a patch on the bviler down at his saw mill, and the drama has had setback in our midst, r who jumped his the local huttel was A WOMAN'S VI Hubbie (an enthusiastic fan)—"* Ln the midst xame to-day it began to rain so hard tha able to hear it, which will be one great satisfaction in bein’ dead. Hank Purdy has busted two strings on his fiddle, and all the cats in this neighborhood have t to the tall timber. Rev. Hanks, who has been pinched three times down in New York for tryin’ to pass counterfeit has warned the congregation reful what they drop into mysteriously. He didn't exp »that fur, but they sealed up his rafter he got in, Si Huggins is back in our midst from the west, and folks never ex- pected to see him again, He was yn up for dead, but the ndpa Purdy sent to a mail- se for a set of false teeth, n they arrived they didn't Grandpa threatens to sue for damages ax he expected to eat quite 4 consid’ble green corn this season. hoy K. MOULTON A CHEF-D'OEUVRE. WROTE. a tale how # hero died Said my editor friend with a laugh, “Boil it down!’ T have boiled it . forced to iss in checks.” arrested, but says he hopes to git a Wifie—"* Pshaw ! as if the issuing of those little tickets could change of menu. check the rain.’ down, and now It has sold as an cp.taph. comicbooks.com