Judge, 1910-04-16 · page 6 of 16
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This page contains several satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century American humor: **"The Court of the Court"** is a wordplay joke about a judge who comes to court professionally but begins neglecting his judicial duties after being smitten with an attractive female court reporter. The repeated use of "Court/court" creates verbal confusion satirizing both romantic distraction and judicial negligence. **"Polar Proverbs"** plays on Arctic exploration enthusiasm (likely referencing contemporary polar expeditions), twisting familiar sayings by substituting "Pole" for key words—a lighthearted pun collection rather than serious satire. **"Her Marksmanship"** jokes about a militia officer's girlfriend threatening to throw a kiss as soldiers march past, with the humorous implication she'd likely miss and hit his superior officer instead—poking fun at women's shooting ability (a common prejudice of the era). The remaining pieces are brief one-liners on romance, appearance, and social etiquette. Overall, this is light domestic/social satire rather than political commentary, reflecting Judge's focus on courtship, gender roles, and contemporary leisure activities.
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THE COURT OF THE COURT. by MILTON N. SIMON. SS A NEW Court reporter once went to Court With paper and pencil and pad, She looked very sweet, she looked very neat, Dressed up in the best that she had. The Court, grave and stern, came into the Court— An old, sour bachelor was he; But his bad humor passed when he saw the lass, And how pretty and sweet was she. SEQUEL. Up to this time the Court had come to Court, but not to court. But the Court's new reporter caught the Court's eye, and after that the Court came to court and seldom to Court; though the Court came to Court, yet the work of the Court when he came to court, while not Court work, was the work of the Court. The work of the Court was not what the Court reporter supposed the Court's work to k A BOLT FROM THE BOAT. * Well, how did that dispute between the rowboat and you term Boat" Oh, 1 lost my patience, and knocked the tar out of 'im."’ THE GREATEST DAY HBL PYRKE be, yet she was pleased with both the Court’s work and the work of the court. The reporter's report of the report of the Court as to the work of the court agreed with the Court's report of the court of the Court with the Court's reporter. And the Court and Court's reporter were married in Court. POLAR PROVERBS. fy CAROLYN WELLS DISCOVE! he keeps. Polar communications corrupt good man- ners. There's no Pole like a North Pole. Too many Cooks spoil the Pole. He poles best who poles la: Where there's a Pole, there’s a way. All's not Pole that glitters. It's an ill wind that blows nobody north. A friend at the Pole is worth two in the bush. Uneasy lies the man that finds the Pole. One dash for the Pole makes the whole world kin. Ris known by the company A good claim is rather to be chosen than great THE DIFFERENCE. riches. Don’t count your records before they are watched. Ice levels all ranks, «« A WOMAN'S crowning glory is her hair.” “And when she has red hair she ends in a blaze of glory."” THE SUBSTANCE AND THE SHADOW. He—" A man is as young as he feels." She—"* Bat seldom as rich as he looks."” HER MARKSWOMANSHIP. ‘TH MILITIA boys were going away to camp on the morrow, and as Lieutenant Wellington Grant Smith parted with his sweetheart on the piazza, she said, ‘I shall stand here to-morrow as you march past, and throw a kiss at you."” But her soldier-lover said, 'v, don’t do that !"* Why not?" she asked. “* Because,"” laughed he, “ten to one you'd hit the captain,”” BOUT as bad as the man who harps on one string is he who graphophones on one record. BE SURE to wake me ear Call me early, pater, dear; For to-morrow’ll be the swellest day That we will have this year. "Twill be the greatest day, father, The classiest, merriest day; For the baseball season will start, father, The clubs will begin to play. The gates will be open at noon, And the fans will all be there; The bleachers will hold the same old “bunch,” And their cheers will rend the air. The bands will father, And the stands with flags will be gay— I bet you'll wish you were a kid again, Just for that opening day! toot their best, ALMOST every girl likes to be engaged to a young man, even if it is only in conversation. OBEYING ORDERS. Doctor—‘* See here! didn’t I tell you not to dare ven- ture out of the door for another month ?"* Patient—"' It is all right, doc. I climed out of the window." ‘comicbooks.com