Judge, 1911-06-10 · page 7 of 24
Judge — June 10, 1911 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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This page from the satirical magazine *Judge* contains multiple humorous sketches and poems targeting early 20th-century social conventions. **"At Sea"** parodies Tennyson's "Break, Break, Break," transforming romantic melancholy into seasickness complaints—mocking sentimental poetry by grounding it in mundane physical suffering. **"The Big Ones"** uses farmer dialect to joke that successful people rise to the top naturally, like large strawberries in a crate—satirizing both social mobility myths and rural simplicity. **"Conducive to Accidents"** mocks the hobble skirt (a restrictive women's fashion of the era) as a safety hazard, with dark humor about wearers dying. **"Tips for Tourists"** provides faux-travel advice parodying guidebooks, suggesting tourists are gullible, destructive, and encourage locals to fleece them. Other brief pieces mock prohibition debates, income inequality, and bureaucratic small-town life. The cartoons above show beach leisure and street scenes of period types. This is primarily **humor and satire** about contemporary fashion, travel culture, and social pretension rather than political commentary.
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sa . re om Me 2 — = At Sea. By JOHN W. DOUGLAS. REAK, break, break, On the sides of our boat, oh, sea! And I would that my throat could swal- low The things that arise in me. Oh, well for the chambermaid That she is able to walk in the hall! Oh, well for the second mate That he never gets sick at all! And the stately ship goes on, For all that we are all so ill; But, oh, fora sight of the vanished shore, For an inch of ground that is still! Break, break, break, eid At the foot of our keel, oh, sea! But the tender love of the sea that I had Will never come me. The Big Ones. FYrat farmer—"Th’ big men always git to th’ top, don’t they?”” Second farmer—“Yep. Same’s th’ big strawberries in a farmer's crate."’ back to Extremely Rare. “ HAT is so rare as a day in June?” Asked young Mrs. N. Cas- serole. “I'm sure I don’t know,’ said hubby, ‘unless It’s a sunstroke up at the North Pole."’ The Question of To-day. First man (boastfully )—*I haven’t taken a drop in a year."” Second man— planist or prohibitiomist.’ Volicema Conducive to Accidents. “e{JJELL, the hobble skirt has died a natural death.’’ “Yes; but some of those who wore them didn’t.” A Common Case. H's INCOME is three thousand per; He tells his friends 'tis twice as high. His wife thinks it is up to her To live up to his foolish lie. A 8000 job for Captain Hobson would be editor of the War Cry. wae tS ACCORDING TO SCHEDULE, ** How long are you going to be in New York?” Hiram—"' Wa-al, y' see, 1'm town constable, so I got to be back in time to arrest Cy Heuders for gi.tin’ tipsy next Sat'day night.’" Tips for Tourists. TIP in time saves ‘‘nein.”” Money makes the Oberammergsa. If wishes were horses, beggars could not ride in Venice. When in Rome, start an incident. Tourists come home to roast. People who visit in Dresden housea should not throw stones. Carry the wad into Africa. It’s a lone ruin that has no touring. Too many Cook’s tourists spoil the Turkey. There is nothing new undes the midnight sun. An oft-kissed Blarney stow gathers no end of microbes. Tips deferred maketh the guide sick. All smell that inn smell. There’s many a tip ’twixt Cork and Lippe. All roads lead to ruins, Not Attentive to Her Duty. Lae Nancy Etticote, In a white petticoat And her silk hose— Why does she thus stand? The custom house knows! Resilient. Poet—‘‘Why do you call your cat ‘Manuscript?’ ”? Hackwriter —‘‘No matter how often or how far I send him away, he always comes back.’’ Right from the Heat. HE ROSE 3s red, The violet blue, Mountains are high. And vacation trips, too- comicbooks.com