Judge, 1911-07-29 · page 19 of 24
Judge — July 29, 1911 — page 19: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains **Lillian Lorraine**, a Ziegfeld Follies performer, as the featured photo ("Judge's Favorite"), alongside several unrelated content sections. The main satirical poem, "The Polo Players" by William J. Lampton, celebrates **American victory in an international polo match**, likely the 1911 contest. The satire playfully mocks both nations—praising American triumph while acknowledging British sportsmanship ("fit like h—" to the end). The references to "Stars and Stripes" versus "Union Jack" and the cup staying "on this side" indicate nationalistic sporting pride typical of early 20th-century American magazines. The page also includes: a testimonial advertisement for Grape-Nuts cereal (disguised as health advice), and several brief joke sections lampooning undertakers, school teachers, and British divorce customs—typical Judge content mixing advertising with light social commentary. The overall tone reflects 1911 attitudes toward international competition and contemporary social conventions.
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JUDGE'S FAVORITE. LILLIAN LORRAINE ELD FOLLIES OP 1911 JARDIN DB PARIS,"*AT NEW YORK THEATER. In zi False Hunger A SYMPTOM OF STOMACH TROUBLE CORRECTED BY GOOD FOOD. There is, with some forms of stomach trouble, an abnormal craving for food which is frequently mistaken for a “good appetite."” A lady teacher writes from Carthage, Mo., to explain how with good food she dealt with this sort of hurtful hunger. “T have taught school for fifteen years, and up to nine years ago had good, average health. Nine years ago, however, my health began to fail and continued to grow worse steadily, in spite of doctor's prescriptions and every- thing I could do. During all this time my appetite continued good, only the more I ate the more I wanted to eat—I was always hungry. “The first symptoms of my break- down were a distressing nervousness and a loss of flesh. The nervousness grew so bad that finally it amounted to actual prostration. Then came stomach trou- bles, which were very painful, constipa- tion, which brought on piles, dyspepsia, and severe nervous headac! “The doctors seemed powerless to help me, said I was overworked, and at last urged me to give up teaching if I wished to save my life. “But this I could not do. I kept on at it as well as I could, each day grow- ing more wretched, my will power alone keeping me up, until at last a good angel suggested that I try a diet of Grape-Nuts food, and from that day to this I have found it delicious, always zing and satisfying. owe my restoration to health to Grape-Nuts. My weight has returned and for more than two rs I have been free from the nervousness, constipation, piles, headaches, and all the ailments that used to punish me so, and have been able to work freely and easily.’? Name yiven by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich, Read the little book, ‘‘The Road to Wellville,"” in packages. ‘‘There’s a Reason.”* Ever read the above letter? A new one appears from time to time. They are genuine, true, and full of human interest. The Polo Players. By WILLIAM J. LAMPTON. H, SAY! Don’t the Yankees have a way To play Polo that gets there For fair? By cripes! The Stars and Stripes Handed a swift whack To the Union Jack, And the cup Is hung up On this side to stay. But, say, It was no easy way, And the Yankees’ finest fettle Got a dent from British mettle That will leave a mark To stay there good and long, As a warning and reminder That had the Fates been kinder The Yankees might have sung a differ- ent song. However, now— Wow! Hooray for the Yankee players! They have cinched the cup to this shore, And the British may play In any old way, But they can’t get it back any more. And, say, Hooray! Hooray for the British players! They broke, but they didn’t bend; And though they lost out, They didn’t pull out, For they ‘‘fit like h—"’ to the end. Professional.—‘‘Life isn’t worth liv- ing,” sighed the sad-featured man. “I quite agree with you,’’ said the solemn-looking stranger. “Ah, then you, too, are a pessimist,’’ said the sad-featured man. **No; I’m an undertaker,"’ replied he of the solemn visage.—Chicago Tribune. Force of Habit.—‘‘Why did you break your engagement with that school teacher?"’ “If I failed to show up at her house every evening, she expected me to bring a written excuse signed by my mother."’ ~-New York Evening Mail. To Have—Not To Hold.—‘‘Married, old chap?” “No; Icawn’t affawd t’ keep a wife.”” “Aw, but, I say, what with Reno and all that, one isn’t obliged to.’’— Youngs- town Telegram. Answered.—'‘‘You, there, in the over- alls!"’ shouted the cross-examining law- yer, ‘how much are you paid for telling untruths?”’ “*Less than you are,’’ retorted the witness, ‘‘or you'd be in overalls, too.”” —Housekeeper. Reasonable Restraint.—Jones—‘‘Is it ry for you to send your daughter to complete her musical edu- cation?” Brown—‘*Yes; I can't stand the in- fernal racket here any longer.”’"—Port- land Oregonian. Love's Way.—She--‘‘I'm afraid, Tom, dear, you will find me a mine of faults.”” He~-'Darling, it shall be the sweet- est labor of my life to correct them.” She (flaring up)—‘‘Indeed, you sha’n’t!""—Boston Transcript. |How to be lhappy though hot |A large |cold bottle makes a long cool drink One swallow will wot make you shiver, fat a atte wilt const you ® RESORTS. RESTAURANTS. Saloons H. EVANS & SONS, Hudson, N. Y. Packing the Grip. We'd like to bet That, in the rush, You will forget A comb and brush. —-Youngstown Telegram. But it’s needless For us to ask If you put in That little flask. —Seranton Tribune-Republican. We'd like to place A few choice rocks That in your case You put no sox. —Alliance Review, That he 'Il forget, We'll bet a dol His best soft shirt And litholin collar. 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