Judge, 1911-07-29 · page 22 of 24
Judge — July 29, 1911 — page 22: what you’re looking at
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This page contains **primarily advertisements** with one humorous short story. The main comic content is "In a Pullman Car," a brief narrative joke by S.B. Kiser. A man on a train becomes romantically fixated on an attractive young woman passenger, composing sentimental poetry about their fateful meeting and imagining she'll remember him forever. The punchline reveals his delusion: he only "remembers" him because he **stepped on her face while climbing down from an upper berth**—a crude physical comedy ending that undercuts his romantic fantasy. The page is otherwise filled with period advertisements: Miller High Life beer ("The Champagne of Bottled Beers"), Judge's Library (10 cents), and Manhattan Beach resort hotels promoting leisure activities like surf bathing and concerts. The humor exploits the contrast between the narrator's inflated romantic sentimentality and the mundane, embarrassing reality—typical early-20th-century magazine comedy.
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Hit LIFE sy Minter ar Mitwaukee 10c. Judge’s Library 10c. August. Number SOLD BY ALL NEWSDEALERS NDIATTAN BEA(' “SWEPT BY OCEAN BREEZES SURF BATHING 2b thorovrhly enjoved with every comfort and . convenience at this popular recreation centre, S¢hour from New York City. where the temperature seldom varies from 70°. Outdoor Restaurants overlooking the sea. Celebrated Masical Festivals. MANHATTAN BEACH HOTEL and Band Park NOW OPEN Concerts by the Manhattan Beach Band Giovanni E. Conterno, Director European Plan. New Pergola, Garage- ORIENTAL HOTEL Now Open Mercadante’s Orchestra Concerts Morning and Evening European Plan. Tennis Courts. Garage. Ideal Auto Roads Direct to Hotel Entrances. Both hotels under the manasement of Joseph P. Greaves of — 2a = Florida East Coast Hotel Co, EW YORK BOOKING OFFICE, £12 FIN Aer, Telephone £224 Mee. Square What He Ate. A number of,men gathered in the smoking-car of ‘a train from Little Rock to another point in Arkansas were talking of the food best calculated to sustain health, One Arkansan, a stout, florid man, with short gray hair and a self-satisfied air, was holding forth in great style. Look at me!" he exclaimed. ‘‘Never a day's sickness in my life! And all due to simple food. Why, gents, from the time 1 was twenty to when I reached forty years, I lived a regular life. None of these effeminate delicacies for me! No late hours! Every day, summer and winter, I went to bed at nine, got up at five, lived principally on corned beef and cornbread. Worked hard, gents, worked hard from eight to one, then dinner— plain dinner—then an hour’s exercise, and then’? “*Excuse m interrupted a stranger who had remained silent; ‘but what were you in for?’"— Housekeeper. Mothers will tind Mrs. Winslow's Soothing Syrup the best remedy for their children. 25e, a bottle. In a Pullman Car. By S$. B. KISER, There is one who will always remember me Wherever the fates may call her, No matter how splendid her fortune may be Or how heavy the ills that befall her. I gazed on her first as we thundering sped— I and the beautiful stranger— With faith in the man at the throttle ahead, And never a thought of danger. I looked at her often and wished that we two Might journey forever together, With never a care when the heavens were blue And blithe in the stormiest weather, Her lashes were long, her expression was sweet, She must have been twenty or nearly; Though I know not her name, though we never may meet, I know she remembers me clearly. In fancy I see her still, slender and fair, As she was in that long-ago Maytime When her dark lashes curled and the bronze of her hair Turned dusk at the close of the day- time. Oh, I dreamed of her grace as we thun- dered ahead, When troubles no longer beset me! Her cheeks may be faded, her gladness be dead, But I know she will never forget m I know that whatever her future may be, Whether lofty or lowly her station, She will never forget that occasion when we Journeved on to our far destination Though I may never clasp her in happy embrace And never may tell her I love her, She remembers, I know, for I steppe on her face, When I crawled from my berth above her. In answering advertisements please mention JUDGE. It will be appreciated. comicbooks.com