Judge, 1911-08-26 · page 13 of 28
Judge — August 26, 1911 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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This satirical page from Judge (circa 1850, based on "Annual Dinner, Class of 1850") contains several disconnected humor pieces mocking contemporary social concerns: **"His Rights"** ridicules a tramp who, when offered charity by a housewife, pedantically questions whether the jam contains benzoate of soda and whether the milk meets legal butter-fat requirements. The joke: poor people anxiously citing food-purity laws while accepting charity—absurd pretension in desperation. **"The Game"** and **"One of the Fifty-Seven Varieties"** are brief dialogue jokes about haggling and job-hopping. **"More Than Political Economy"** satirizes a peasant's fervent patriotism, revealed to be self-interested: he cheers the king loudly hoping the monarch lives long so he won't be taxed for another coronation's expenses. **Senator LaFollette** reference mocks the Progressive politician's constant speechmaking ("tongue is always a-waggin'"), using a crude "wheels in his head" metaphor. The overall tone is cynical about human motivation—charity-seekers citing regulations, peasants feigning patriotism for tax relief, politicians as perpetual talkers.
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His Rights. “PPPRE'S some bread and preserves for you, my poor man,’’ says the housewife to the tramp. ‘‘And here’s a glass of milk you may drink with i “Yes, mum,” diffidently replies the wayfarer; ‘‘but may I ask if there is any benzoate of sody or other preservative in th’ jam, and if th’ milk is up to th’ three per cent. butter fat require- ment o’ th’ law? Th’ pure- food is mighty strick, mum. law A Winter Suggestion. WHEN wintry blasts are here and ice, Be wise and suffer naught From cold, by heeding this advice, Just wrap yourself in thought. NDOUBTEDLY there is more room at the top aft- er the bottom has fallen out. ANNUAL DINNER, CLASS OF 1850. The Game. «¢Y7OU look like thirty cents.’” “Sorry, but I can’t let you have it this morning, old man,” Cabbie—‘* Hansom, lady?"” Lady—‘*Yes; but not fresh."’ Fe ONE OF THE FIFTY-SEVEN VARIETI * Cook, did you stay long in your last place ?"* “never stays nowhere long enough to be discharged. one of these here fireless cooke: rs." More Than Political Economy. «AND WHY did you shout ‘God save the king!’ so lustily?”’ we ask of the peasant. ‘Why, Lor’ bless you, sir!’? he an- swers. ‘‘Think 0’ wot all them crowna- tion robes an’ decorations cost us! I "opes God will save 'im many a long year, so I'll not be taxed to pay for more of ’em soon.”” THe impression that Sena- tor LaFollette has wheels in his head is probably due to the fact his tongue is always a-waggin’. (If the anonymous para- grapher who sent this in will join us on the roof of the Jupce building any afternoon this week we will assist him over the edge with the great- est pleasure.—Ed. ) THERS are selfish; you I's are merely economical. comicbooks.com