Judge, 1911-07-22 · page 8 of 24
Judge — July 22, 1911 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three separate pieces of humor: **Top cartoon**: A visual joke about motor speedways. Tiny figures race around the rim of a giant bowl/plate next to a cup, captioned "BUGVILLE'S SAUCER TRACK"—satirizing how humans obsess over automobile racing by imagining insects doing the same on household objects. **Middle poem**: "L'Envoi from the Fishes' Viewpoint" parodies Kipling's famous poem "L'Envoi," reimagining it from fish perspectives. It mocks fishing by having fish celebrate a future when they'll never get "hooked up" again—reversing the typical hunter-versus-hunted dynamic into gentle satire about the sport. **Main story**: A circus press agent editing a small-town newspaper hilariously inflates mundane local news. A simple "pig pen" becomes a "sumptuous exhibition of porkerinos"; whitewashing a fence transforms into artistry. It satirizes both circus hucksterism and small-town newspaper pretension. **Bottom cartoon**: A husband-and-wife bathing joke playing on dialect humor common to the era.
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SPEAKING OP MOTOR SPEEDWAYS, NONE OP THEM HAS GOT ANYTHING ON BUGVILLE’S SATICER TRACK. EVOLUTION, The passing of the lap. L’Envoi from the Fishes’ Viewpoint. (Apologies to Kiptine.) By ESTELLE MAY NOLTE. HEN earth's last fisherman's vanished And the lines are twisted and snarled, When the largest poles have been broken And the reels and their cords have quarreled, We shall rest—and, faith! we shall need it— Swim down for a mile or more, Till we reach the end of the harbor And rest a while by the shore. And those that were smart shall be happy; They shall leap in the shallow pool, They shall splash in a ten-league river, And swim with the largest school ; They shall find real flies to jump for, Crickets and grasshoppers tall; They shall bite at the baits that are offered— And never get ‘‘hooked up”’ at all. The Circus Press Agent Edits the Country Paper. THe circus press agent, desiring a week's vacation after a siege of the grip, went to visit his wife's second cousin, who ran a country paper. The said cousin, being called away from home, gave him his bundle of notes con- cerning the neighborhood events and asked him to get out the week’s edition. The notes noted that Si Smith had finished his new pig pen, George Pipp had had his front fence whitewashed, the Missionary Society made $11.35 at their festival, Rev. Rippum will begin a revival next Tuesday night, "Rastus Johnson's mule ran off and threw him over a fence, ete., ete. When the press agent laid his copy before the lone printer, that inky indi- vidual did not return to work for two weeks. The following is a part of the local column. The wood carvers and decorators have just finished Hon, Silas Smith's beauti- fully bewildering pig pen, and, with its tremendously augmented collection of hogs, pigs, and shoats, it stands forth as the most sumptuous and superb ex- hibition of porkerinos the county has ever beheld. Uncle Mose Johnson, the world’s su- premest dark-hued whitewash manipu- lator, has finished the front fence of Hon. George Washington Pipp, and in the balmy sunshine it seems to radiate AT ATLANTIC CITY. Wife—" Oh, Hiram, I'm drowndin'! Husband—" Well, gosh ding it, stop tryin’ to, you fool ! I can't touch bottom.’" Ye'd be worse off there than on top."’ comicbooks.com