Judge — August 6, 1910 — page 11: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

JUDGE Little Dog Fido. JUDGE’S CARICATURE STUDIES. (With apologies to "Gene Field.) WILLIAM LOEB, JR. By FP. PITZER. HE DEAR little collar is covered with Collector of the Port of New York, dust, Unlocked in the yard it lays; Its little brass knobs are covered ‘with rust, Unburnished as in former days. Time was when the license tag on it was good And the chain fastened to it would clank, And that was the time just before Fido dear By a peddler was kicked in the shank. The little tin plate on whieh bones were oft dumped, All covered with mold it stands; And the trough into which fresh water was pumped Stands unfilled by his master’s hands. And the deep little holes by his tiny paws dug, Into which his snout he oft sank, All stay as mementos of our little pug "Fore a kick his life THE PHOTOGRAPH. THE CARICATURE. henceward did yank, And faithful to Fido these things all remain, Each in the same old place; But the fleas in his house have commenced “\n to complain— 4 Starvation is marked on each face. And they wonder, as faithfully waiting in- side The dust-covered dog bungalow, What has become of Little Dog Fide Since he left them there long, long ago. Accomplished under Difficulties. YOUNG Irishman, recently landed, ar- rayed himself in a high hat and took — — =— —_ . his girl to the theater. But when he got ria — there he didn’t know what to do with his “TO BE OR NOT TO BE." headgear. It wouldn't squeeze under his seat, it wouldn’t fit into the foot space be- in accordion-like fashion, and very deftly slipped it underneath his chair. low him, and he would take no chances on _—_ Observing this, the Celt rose to his feet, fumbled about a few moments, setting it in the busy aisle, then sat down. WiYOLUTION. Presently a gentleman came down the Just before the curtain went up, his young lady leaned toward him. pened “whee the aisle witha collapsible tile in his hand, took ‘* Michael,’’ asked she, ‘‘ where's your hat?” monkey dropped the very next vacant seat, shut up his tile ‘Oi stuck it undher th’ seat, th’ same as that gentleman forninst ye did. But Oi had to jump on it first.” The Modern Piper's Son. By ELLIS 0. JONES. Tom, Tom, the piper’s son, Stole a pig and away he run; Then he took the pig, divided it up into amall lots, which he sold on the installment plan. Neither Tom nor his descendants have had to do a stroke of work since. She Was Wrong. THERE was an oppressive silence in the parlor. At last the desperate young lady broke out. “*George,"’ asked she, ‘‘ why don’t you propose?’ “* Somehow—somehow. I can’t bring myself to do it, Myrtle!’’ blurted the young man. “It's only a short sentence, George.’’ “It’s a sentence for life!" Resemblance. Knicker— Which side of the house does the baby resemble?”’ Bocker—** The cyclone cellar.’" IN THE WOODSHED. Wwe Jones fell ill with laryngitis, . varself 2"" im of appendici “You little rascal, why did you play hookey from school to-day and bring disgrace to yourself ? They cured him of appei % Diagrace?. T piched a ne-hit guiae ag'u: de fellers in de neat town I" And, though he's better off without “Is that so? Well, I guess we will call this a no-hit day.” He’s awfully cut up about it. comicbooks.com