Judge, 1912-01-06 · page 12 of 24
Judge — January 6, 1912 — page 12: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
**The Cartoon Sequence (top):** Four panels labeled "Inspiration," "Contemplation," "Inflation," and "Elevation" depict an art gallery scene. They appear to satirize the pretentiousness of artistic appreciation—showing how viewers' reactions to art become progressively more exaggerated and artificial as they move through the gallery, suggesting people perform appreciation rather than genuinely experience it. **"An Afflicted Family":** A rural mother describes her family's various ailments to a doctor using folk remedies (goose grease, kerosene). The satire targets rural ignorance and ineffective home treatments, portraying backwoods medicine as comically misguided. **"Stung Again":** A husband gives his wife a flawed diamond ring. When she complains, he claims "love is blind"—she retorts that love shouldn't be "stone-blind," mocking his excuse. **"Give Me Your Hand":** A humorous poem romanticizing love while repeatedly referencing bacteria and disease (staphylococci, bacterium coli, pyo cynanic), likely satirizing the new germ theory's cultural penetration into everyday discourse.
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ESTES ads ane Paar Contemplation, 3. Inflation, An Afflicted Family. «66\VES, DOC," said the mother of a family of nine to the young doc- tor who had ridden sixteen miles into the backwoods in the dead of night, ‘we are asomewhat afflicted fam'ly, an’, as home doctorin’ don’t seem to do no good, I thought I'd send for you an’ see if you could straighten us out. Janey here, she’s got something wrong with her bronical tubes so she don’t breathe like she should. I been keepin’ a rag spread with goose grease an’ sprinkled with red pepper an’ mustard on her front chist, but it seems to add to her ag’ny. Jake, he’s got a mis’ry all up an’ down his spinal bone, an’ I been usin’ ker’sene both external an’ internal; but it ain't done him no good. Lizzie Belle, she's about ready to give up with plumbago, an’ her sister Nancy has been feelin’ mean for a week. I think that it’s skiatic roomatiz that ails Nancy, but she’s afraid it’s the new disease they calls appendeshetus, The old man has been turrible slimsy for some days, an’ Rube, our oldest boy, is all broke out with a rash that shows his blood ain’t all right. He had a turrible spell las’ night, an’ I thought he was in for cholery infantum. He's had it off an’ on ever since he was sixteen years old. I reckoned he'd outgrow it, but it grabs him as hard now that he’s twenty-four as it did when he was younger. Wisht, Doe, that you'd just turn yourself loose an’ see if you kin sort o’ straighten us out."” A Novel View of It. Little Dorothy—**Mamma, I ain't as much relation to daddy as I am to you, am I"" Mother—‘*What do you mean, dear?” Little Dorothy—*Why, I am only re lated to daddy by marriage, but I’m related to you by bornation.’’ By their gifts ye shall know them. STUNG AGAIN. ** Yes, George, the ring is a perfect dear; but the stone has a flaw."” “*T know it, my dear; but love is blind."” “* Yes—but not stome-blind."’ 4. Elevation. Give Me Your Hand. By SAM S. STINSON. [00 bands ordin: pol and Rev bumerous streptococci, the bacterisi cv sometimes the pyo cynanic, and a hust of other orean tums —New York Herald y conndered clean, ep Give me your hand, dear love, and let me lead You into fairer paths, less rough and rocky. Give me your hand. Your hero does not heed The lurking dangers of staphylococci. Give me your hand, dear love, and let me lift You up to wisdom from the depths of folly. Give me your hand, although methinks I've sniffed The presence there of your bacterium coli. Give me your hand, dear love, and let me pay The price of your sweet health—to make me sick. Give me your hand, and let me kiss away All traces of your pyo cynanic. A Suggestion. When the postman to my portal Comes with dunning notes galore, I'm not prone to shout and chortle; On the other hand, I’m sore. This the painfulest of shocks is. ’'Twou Id relicve my mental ills Should they place on all mail boxes This injunction: comicbooks.com