Judge, 1911-06-17 · page 17 of 26
Judge — June 17, 1911 — page 17: what you’re looking at
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This is a multi-part humor page from Judge magazine. The main feature satirizes a character named Uncle Tim through hunting mishaps illustrated in four panels showing slapstick comedy—him encountering snakes, falling, and being chased by what appears to be an ostrich. The longer text passage is separate satire about a newlywed couple. It mocks the husband William for his excessive drug and alcohol habits (opium, morphine, gin, corncob pipes causing house fires), yet his bride finds him admirably "polite" for accepting her without reproach. The joke culminates when he says they're going to Reno—the then-famous divorce destination—but gallantly corrects himself to say Atlantic City when she objects, demonstrating that "true gentlemen" remain courteous even during divorce. The brief quips at bottom reference Arizona towns and joy-riders, likely contemporary references now unclear. The satire targets upper-class pretension and marital hypocrisy.
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« UNCLE TIM GOES HUNTING. 1. “' Them 's the queerest tracks [ ever run acrost. I'll foller ‘em.—— “tyou may as well know what you will learn sooner or later, for it is a thing that cannot be concealed. For years I have been an opium smoker. Between smokes I take morphine. In the interval I drink raw gin until Iam blue in the face. At night I smoke a corncob pipe; nine nights out of ten I set the bed afire, and once a month or so the house burns down. I regret now that I ever acquired such habits, but it is too late to reform.”’ “All the habits of those we love are our pleasures,’’ said William. His bride looked at him with wonder. That so polite a man lived in this rude world she had never imagined. “‘And you have no word of reproach?”’ she asked eagerly. “‘You are my wife,’’ said William simply, and stepping out of the cab, which had now arrived at the railway station, he helped his bride to descend. By his side she walked through the station, gazing at his face with wonder. Never had she had a husband but had shown at least a little queru- lousness at her confessions. “Pardon me,’’ said William, as he paused before the ticket window, ‘‘but we must stop here, before entering the train, that I may purchase our tickets.’"" Then he turned to the ticket agent. “I wish two tickets,’’ he said. “Destination, please?’’ asked the agent. “Reno,”’ said William. “Pardon me, dear,’’ said William's bride, ‘‘but you should have said Atlantic City. “Ah, yes!’ said William. ‘You are always right, my dear."’ And then, to the ticket agent, he said, ‘‘Two tickets for Atlantic City, by way of Reno.” The true gentleman is always polite to his wife, even be- fore he is divorced. An Alarming Catastrophe. HE BOY stood on the burning deck, Four brave Kings were burned to ashes, Their modest Queens died in the wreck, But the Jacks only singed their sashes. “¢T SEE they have given a town in Arizona the name of Grief.” “‘Maybe it’s to be a terminal for joy riders.”" 4. —— Wa-al, by swackes! The next time your Uncle Tim goes huntin’ he ‘Il take along a bag o salt and a lassoo."” oy comicbooks.com