Judge, 1911-09-30 · page 5 of 23
Judge — September 30, 1911 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three brief humorous items rather than political cartoons: 1. **"Doctor's Turn at Last"** - A sick-promoter confronts a doctor about unpaid debts, using the doctor's own profession against him (asking how long he'll stay in bed). 2. **"It Sure Is"** - A Connecticut anecdote about deer eating tobacco plants, presented as a curious fact about regional wildlife and the crop's popularity. 3. **"In Embryo"** and **"A Cinch"** - Two brief jokes: one mocking a rumor about Professor Burbank's agricultural experiments (grafting lemon to melon); the other a child's witty response about why he won't be "good" like Willie Jones. The large photograph below titled **"Sparks from the Third Rail"** appears to be an unrelated illustration. These are light domestic humor pieces rather than political satire, typical of Judge's miscellaneous content sections.
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Doctor's Turn at Last. <¢T)OCTOR,"’ says the sick promoter to the eminent spe- cialist who has been called in to attend him, ‘how long will I have to stay in bed?” “Long enough for my fees to equal the amount you skinned me out of five years ago, when you let me in on the ground floor of that Blue Sky Mine of yours and then pulled the floor from under me," grimly answers the specialist. It Sure Is. ‘ORD comes to us from Connecticut that the deer have taken to eating the tender leaves of the tobacco plants in the Connecticut valley, chewing them with all the relish of ardent lovers of the weed. This is not surprising. Tobacco has always been popular at stag parties. In Embryo. E DO not credit the rumor that Professor Burbank has successfully grafted a watermelon vine with sprigs from alemon tree, producing a melon that when squeezed gives forth two quarts of fresh lemonade. We fear this must go the way of that weird tale from the Southwest of a man who fed his hogs on dry bread, producing a quality of meat that tasted like a rail- way ham sandwich, which on investigation proved to be a baseless canard. A Cinch. Tommy’s mamma—‘‘Why aren’t you a good boy like Willie Bjones?’’ Tommy—‘‘Huh! It’s easy enough for him to be good. He’s sick most of the time.’’ SPARKS FROM THE THIRD RAIL. comicbooks.com