Judge, 1911-09-16 · page 7 of 28
Judge — September 16, 1911 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains multiple short humorous pieces typical of early-20th-century American satirical magazines. **Main cartoon** (top): "It's Up to You, John!" depicts a giant moose labeled "Hunger" looming over tiny figures, likely referencing Theodore Roosevelt's famous 1909 African hunting expedition. The satire suggests Roosevelt must solve America's economic troubles. **Text pieces** satirize contemporary social anxieties: - **"Gets It Going and Coming"**: Mocks a man who won't buy morning papers but borrows both morning and afternoon editions from neighbors—absurd penny-pinching behavior. - **"After-vacation Version"**: A song parody where husbands celebrate returning home (avoiding hotel tips) while wives grumble about cheapness and household dust. - **"Do You Smoke?"** and related anecdotes: Gentle humor about smoking habits and social etiquette, including a bootblack who refuses a cigar reward. - **"Tobacco Heart"** illustration: A decorative drawing of a heart-shaped tobacco pouch. The page reflects period preoccupations: economic thrift, class distinctions, and smoking as a social marker.
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ee “IT'S UP TO YOU, JOHN!" Do You Smoke? By WILLIAM J. BURTSCHER. Gets It Going and Coming. The Same, but Different. HEN you see a man who won't buy Casey—‘‘An’ do ye still run the liv- 4 r the morning paper on the ground ery stable?” Tae ealeias te ee ee that he gets all the news out of the Mulligan (who has risen in the world) 4 thousand dollars in it was afternoon paper, and won’t take the —‘‘Ssh! Now I’m president and di- When by a bootblack it was found. afternoon paper because he can get all rector of the Bon Ton Riding Academy, The farmer took the pocketbook, the news out of the morning paper, you and the papers refer to me as ‘the noted When sank the bootblack'’s hope— may know that he borrows both papers whip.’ ’’ The farmer gave him a cigar, from his neighbors. After-vacation Version. By ROSCOE GILMORE STOTT. N TIGHT belts or galluses, Where’er we roam, If the rent is but paid, why, There’s no place like home. Chorus of Husbands (carrying suit cases.) Home—home — sweet, sweet home! If rent is but paid, why, there’s no place like home. The thought of no tips Seems to hallow us there; The dust may be thick, But we don’t give a care. Chorus of Wives. Home — home — cheap, cheap home! Be it said with a grumble, there’s no place like home. MOKING dothof usall make beggars—for matches. “TOBACCO HEART." Saying, ‘‘Thanks—have a smoke?"’ The bootblack’s reward might have been More than a little joke, Could he have told the farmer man, “No, thanks—I never smoke!’” A Servant Problem. Mrs. Newly Rich—" Did you fall heir to any of your moth- er’s first china dishes?”’ Mrs. Blue Blood—‘'No, in- deed; my mother always kept help.’” The Kind To Retreat From. First man (at the club)— “Bilkins over there enjoys a quiet smoke.’’ Second man—‘‘Then that’s why he smokes that brand of cigars, is it?’’ comicbooks.com