Judge, 1911-08-26 · page 15 of 28
Judge — August 26, 1911 — page 15: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several brief humorous pieces typical of early 20th-century American satirical humor: **"Bill and Nan"** is a sentimental parody where a love story ends absurdly—the protagonist dies by consuming a newspaper column about suicide. **"Too Literary"** satirizes over-intellectualization: baseball players read scientific articles about "inside baseball" and play poorly, suggesting theory undermines practical skill. **"Quite Heated"** jokes about Victorian propriety: a tactful man avoids answering a lady's question about the thermometer's reading, treating factual discussion as improper in mixed company. **"Mr. and Mrs. Citibred"** (a 6-panel series) mocks newly wealthy suburbanites discovering a cistern on their property, hilariously mistaking it for various things and asking working-class advice about it. The remaining pieces—"A New Standard," "Literary Tennis," and others—offer brief social commentary on automobile status symbols, literary pretension, and similar contemporary concerns. The humor relies on class distinctions, malapropisms, and absurdist scenarios typical of Judge's satirical approach.
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Bill and Nan. By WALTER A, DYER. ILL was a bearded beau; Nan Was the pet of the Widow McNally. He met her consuming an apricot can, And they fel! in love in the alley. sweet Bat, alas and alack! poor Nan up and Too Literary. “ HAT in Sam Hill was the matter with the team to-day?’’ asks the friend of the manager. “Oh, the boys have all been reading these magazine articles about scientific inside baseball and took a notion to try Quite Heated. HE MOST tactful man we have met lately was down on the seashore recently. The day was a broiler, and as this individual sat among a number of ladies on a sweltering hotel piazza, one of his fellow sufferers asked, “‘What does the thermometer say, died From bolting a lighted taper; So Bill ate a column of suicide In Saturday morning’s paper. to play the game that way for once."’ Binks?” “Sh!'’ answered Binks in a stage whisper. ‘*There are ladies present.’’ WE, and the world owes with you. Pay, and you pay alone. A New Standard. “Nabe ae NTIME automobiles became SNe A> j so reasonable in price that are ‘“ almost anybody might afford one. Then the folk who had been wont to put on airs because they had a machine were at a loss. And the folk who had been wont to put on more airs be- cause their machine cost more than some other kinds also were at a loss. Eventually, however, a way was found out of the diffi- culty. Soon social standing was de- termined by the amount of salary paid to the chauffeur. Mr. and Mrs. Citibred—Suburbanites. They Discover the Cistern. 4, —— Hey, kid, don't you think your pop could 1. Mr. Citibred—* Wonder what that home plate . t get a job with the pavin’ gang? Watch me!"" is there for? It oughta be sodded over.—— Literary Tennis. HIS classic, Mr. Editor, jees voy, htrof dna kcab nettirw sI That is to show the way ’twill go sem dna_ senizagam neewteB Fared Well. E ARE glad to learn that the divine Sara Bernhardt went home with three hundred and forty thou- sand good American dollars in her hobble-jeans. Incident- ally, we now understand why her visit was called a ‘‘fare well tour.’’ Certainly she could not have wished to fare better. Absolutely Literal. Grandfather—‘How do your new watch go, Willi Fresh grandson—‘‘Tick, tick, tick.”” When Luck Is Poor. ISH may be bought If they can’t be caught. eht 2. ——A yap wised me up on this grass-layin’ stunt. I kid comin’ with some jelly rolls of green Se OS Fea» 6. Mr. Citbred—** Boobs must be fond of water to save up subways full of it. Me for the only town 3, —— Naw, nix! You don't tack itdown. You where it ain't so valuable." wet it an’ then soak it with that zinger.—— comicbooks.com