Judge, 1910-12-03 · page 46 of 52
Judge — December 3, 1910 — page 46: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains primarily **fictional humor content** rather than political satire. The main piece is "Mr. Muggs Plays Santa Claus" by Norman A. Crowell—a serialized domestic comedy story about a man (Ephraim) who attempts to play Santa for neighborhood children but crashes into a fireplace, getting covered in red paint and injuring himself. His exasperated wife Maria watches as he complains about the mishap. The page also includes three brief humorous short pieces ("In 1925," "True to Life," "His Last Chance") making jokes about modern social attitudes—unconventional child-rearing, divorce/alimony, and courtship. The **advertisements** (Louis Roederer Champagne, Hudson's Bay tobacco, Gibbon's Rye Whiskey) occupy significant space. The Gibbon's ad features a caricatured Black waiter saying "Dere sho' am a run on dis"—typical of the racist imagery common in early 20th-century American advertising. This is **not a political cartoon page** but rather a humor/entertainment magazine issue mixing slapstick domestic comedy with period advertising.
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Mr. Muggs Plays Santa Claus By NORMAN A. CROWELL. . (Conetuded froma preceding page.) OUIS OEDERER (Snr lS kn yelled the boys, gleefully. . It was indeed worth looking at. Santa mersault ever scen outside of a three-ring Brut Vintage 1900 circus. He had finished on his back—up next the grate—and, probably by mental suggestion, began using some very fiery gramn or. Mrs. Muggs, by dexterous work, got the boys in bed . .d locked in before the golden edge of their youthful dreams h wom entirely away and then descended the stairs to assist the luckless saint. Grand Vin Sec She found him sitting in the grate with his Represented by chin in his hands. “Why, Ephraim! Look at the blood! E. La MONTAGNE’S SONS, 45 Beaver Street, New York || 4, sou bleeding to death?” Santa Claus was a sight—he resembled a Loa Ed ie G Bei co Po et et guillotine scene in an abattoir “Blood nothing! That's red carriage Hudson’s Bay Company paint! I recognize it thoroughly! You, (Incorporated 1670) madam, are doubtless an innocent party to “IMPERIAL MIXTURE?” |) i einint 1s at over sour SMOKING TOBACCO — Imported "s all over the infernal costume, if Rich in flavor—perfect in quality —cool—fragrant—delightful that's what you're driving at!" If you cannot get it from Fair rerular desler seod x nd us bie me and we will “What will you do next, I wonder! supply you ditect. Full Two Ounce Tins. ea ull Four Ounce Tins. : 1 each 70c. Full Eight Ounce Tins, each $1.40. pies potted s pels pr Bt ext? I'm going to rest here until I get kink out of my back and my breathing 228 sis Street y ? Packed in Patent Humidor WAKEM & McLAUGHLIN, Inc. Chicdco. itLinois apparatus comes back from its vacation. Tins References—First National Bank, Chicago—Dun's—Bradstreet’s Then I'm going to shed this junk, make a running jump for the barn and civilized clothes and take a savy vow—that this is the last—positively the last ap- i sae I—I hope so, Ephraim,” said his wife meekly “Don't have any fears on the subject, Maria! I know when I'm stung a plenty. Here Tam with my back broke and looking like a wreck in a country drug store! I'll have this costume to settle for and I'll be so lame I can't kick the cat for two weekst Urerrereah ! “Well, Ephraim,’ re d his wife. soothingly, “ you did fine—for a minute!" “H'm? You bet I did Maria! A good minute, too!"” Then he painfully began to shed the garb of the children’s saint In 1925 Mrs. Woges—" What a peculiar-acting child that is.” Mrs. Boges—"Yes. You sce it was raised by its own mother.” True to Life Madge—"I hear that book is a conven- tional love sto Marjorico—"Yes; the heroine gets di- vorced in the last chapter and Hives happily forever afterwards on alimony.” His Last Chance Priscilla had just told John Alden to speak | for himself . **[ shall do it for you after we are married CELEBRATED RYE “Mejerewith he hastened to seize the last “The price she paid was low: Cree Ontithog Comoamy And everywhere that Mary went The watch refused to go. = —Purple Cow. In answering advertisements please mention JUDGE. It will be appreciated. comicbooks.com