Judge, 1909-12-04 · page 45 of 48
Judge — December 4, 1909 — page 45: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page is primarily **advertising** with two satirical cartoons interspersed. The advertisements include whiskey (Hunter Rye), weight-loss products, and table water—typical early 20th-century Judge fare. The notable cartoons are: **"The Song of the Dirt"** references **Dr. Frederick Cook**, the Arctic explorer whose 1908 North Pole expedition claims were widely disputed and mocked. The poem satirizes Cook's supposed filthiness during his expedition, with a laborer scrubbing an extremely dirty man at high latitude, complaining the task is nearly impossible. The joke: Cook was so notoriously unclean that even achieving cleanliness seemed implausible. **"The Modern Juliet"** shows an actress auditioning for Shakespeare, declaring she's "awfully gone on Shakespeare's stuff"—satirizing theatrical pretension and actors' affected enthusiasm for classic literature. Both cartoons exemplify Judge's style: topical mockery of current events and social pretension, delivered through verse and visual comedy.
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