Judge, 1912-06-22 · page 12 of 24
Judge — June 22, 1912 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three distinct satirical pieces from Judge magazine: 1. **"Just a Little Farther On"**: A racist dialect joke about Prohibition. After North Carolina votes "dry" (banning alcohol), a traveling salesman pays a Black man to guide him to alcohol. The punchline: the man leads him five miles into Kentucky because you "can't git nuthin in dis State"—mocking both Prohibition enforcement and relying on a racist stereotype of Black dialect speech. 2. **"There's a Reason"** (top illustration): A domestic humor cartoon about a woman's etiquette, captioning an interior scene with women and tea. 3. **"He Earned It"**: A one-liner joke where a man acquired wealth by marrying a wealthy woman. 4. **"At Last the Answer!"**: A humorous poem by Laura L. Kirkwood listing paradoxes rarer than a June day, ending with a political jab: politicians aren't prophets in their own states—likely referencing failed predictions about Prohibition's success. The page reflects early 20th-century satirical humor mixing crude racial caricature with political and social commentary.
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Just a Little Farther On. FTER North Carolina voted to be a ‘‘dry’’ State, its citi- zens became very suspicious of strangers. One day a commercial traveler went up to an old negro in a little town in the eastern part of the State and said to him, “Say, uncle, if you will lead me to some ‘place where I can get a drink, I'll give you two dollars.’* The old darky looked him over carefully, accepted the two plunks, and said, ‘‘All right, boss; jest foller me."" He led the thirsty one through the town, on through the suburbs, into the country, and then started due west. After they had traversed about five miles in silence and still nothing in sight, the man asked, “Look here, Mose! Where are we going after this drink?” “We's gwine ovah into Ken- tucky, boss; we can’t git nuthin in dis State.’’ “THERE'S A REASON” “ Mamma, wny don’t you hold your teacup like Mrs. Perkins does? HE EARNED IT. Max—"' Where did he get all his money? Did he earn it?” Fred— Yes; be married her." At Last the Answer! ND what is so rare as a day in June? Why, a country band that plays in tune, Or a honeymoon that doesn’t end soon, Or a ‘possum dinner without a coon, Or a lover’s stroll without a spoon, Or a German band with no bassoon, Or a circus day without a balloon, Or a moonlight night without a moon, Or a bargain sale without one swoon, Or a zoological garden with no baboon, Or a padded cell without a loon, Or acurrent event with no cartoon, Or a vaudeville show with no buffoon, Or a politica! campaign and no lampoon, Or a boarding-house meal without & prune— These are rarer far than a day in June! —Laura L. Kirhooed. Many wise politicians were not prophets in their own state. comicbooks.com