Judge, 1911-05-13 · page 15 of 24
Judge — May 13, 1911 — page 15: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several unrelated comic sketches and short pieces typical of Judge magazine's satirical format. **The main comic strip** (top left) depicts animals—notably a chimpanzee named Hippy and a duck named Napoleon—in an anthropomorphic fable. The joke involves Napoleon consoling Hippy about a dried-up pond by spreading false rumors about Hippy's grandmother's death, then revealing it was a prank to distract him while secretly refilling the pond. The final panel shows Hippy threatening revenge on "little fakir" Napoleon. The satire appears to mock gullibility and deception through animal characters, a common Victorian-era device for social commentary. **Surrounding content** includes humorous prose pieces about grocery-store substitutes ("near butter," "near lard"), fishing mishaps, and complaints about mosquitoes in the countryside—typical middle-class domestic humor of the era. **References to the President** receiving Christmas gifts suggest this dates to the Theodore Roosevelt or William Taft era, though the specific reference is unclear without additional context.
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The Monkeyshines of a Chimpanzee. 1. Ducks—"' Say, Napoleon, old Hippy drank up all the water in our pond, and we haven't any place to swim! Wow, bo-hco!"" Py: 2. Napoleon—" That's a blooming shame. But wait, I have an idea wv he ARS as" —— Say, Hippy, did you hear the news your grandmother ?"” —"*Grandmother? No; what's the As It Is. By JOE CONE. HE STOOD beside the streamlet And had a golden dreamlet. He held a fishline dangling, Lost in the joys of angling. It was the trouting season, And life was rhyme and reason. Beneath the waters swirling, He saw the monsters whirling. At last he felt a tugging, The while his heart went chugging. He yanked his rod like magic, And then his face grew tragic. He cried, between the swishes, “Ye gods and little fishes !"” . Near as Possible. “LJAVE you any fresh country but- ter?’’ asked the young housewife. “‘No'm,"’ responded the grocer’s clerk ; **but we have some near butter.’” **Well, have you any fresh leaf lard?"’ “Sorry, ma’am; but I can give you * some of our finest near lard and you can’t tell the difference.”’ “Well, of all the stores! Could I get a glass of honey for the children?” ‘‘Er—I'm afraid not, ma’am; but we have some excellent near honey.’’ The housewife sighed. “Dear me!"’ she said reproachfully. “*You should be ashamed to sell so many adulterated foods! Where do you expect to go when you die, young man?"" “Near heaven, ma’am,"’ calmly re- sponded the clerk, as he chased a fly away from the prunes. Taking His Medicine. E MAY delay, but can’t escape The Christmas presents our wives buy; The President held off for long, But now he wears a bright-red tie. Baseballing. HIT over the fence is worth four in the field. THE ONLY PIECE. “Was there much cut glass among the wedding presents ?"” “Only her engagement ring.’’ Oft in the Stilly Night. (Being a thapsody on the advastagesof living io the country.) By LIDA KECK WIGGINS. FT IN the stilly night, Ere slumber’s chains have bound me, I hear, with sudden fright, Mosquitoes flying round me. I strike, I start! But, soon, a smart Most surely doth betoken My life blood drawn, And till the dawn My well-earned rest is broken. Thus in the stilly night, Ere slumber’s chains have bound me, I sadly ponder on my plight While ‘‘skeeters’’ fuss around me! Letters of Cal. F. Head. ENTLEMEN—I see that you are ad- vertising a book called ‘‘Bait An- gling for Common Fishes, $1 net.’’ Will say that I don’t care about the book, but I inclose a dollar for that net. Cal. F. Head A Line of Good Talk. Goodtalkgoodtalkgoodtalkgoodtalk. 4. Napoleon—"* Why, she died of the pip last night at ten o'clock."” Hippy—*' Poor old grandmother! Boo-00, hoo-hof Ob, my! Oh, my!"* Pyrat WA ur, 5. Napolcon—"' There, now! Here you are, boys—here 's your pond back again, safe and wet as ever.'’ rote Ke 6. Hippy—'What's that? you were only fool- ing? You blamed little fakir, if I catch you, you won't be cutting up any more monkeyshines in this jungle !"” comicbooks.com