Judge, 1912-10-05 · page 8 of 26
Judge — October 5, 1912 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several humorous sketches typical of early 20th-century American satirical humor: **"Awakening Intelligence"** (top): A domestic scene where Mr. Blithers complains about pea shooters while his wife tries to discuss household matters—satirizing husbands' inattentiveness and obliviousness to their wives' concerns. **"Camping Out"** (poem): A lengthy joke in verse mocking camping's romanticized appeal. It catalogs the actual miseries—lost matches, mosquitoes, cold, destroyed tents—that lead campers to eventually abandon tents for "furnished bungalows." This satirizes outdoorsy enthusiasm versus urban comfort-seeking reality. **"All in a Fren'ly Way"**: An Italian immigrant narrative about Tony getting beaten in a "friendly" rivalry over a girl. The humor relies on ethnic dialect ("fren'ly") and the ironic contrast between violent assault and Tony's cheerful, philosophical acceptance of it. **Minor sketches** include tea-drinking humor and a joke about serial divorce, reflecting period attitudes toward women's remarriage. The page targets domestic relationships, leisure-class pretensions, and ethnic stereotypes common to Judge's satirical approach.
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AWAKENING Willie Elephant (suddenly inspired) —‘Gosh ! a pea shooter this old proboscis of mine would make. something to match them. I don’t want anything under a yard in width— John Blithers, are you listening to me?”’ “Why, yes, dear—sure,’’ said Blith- ers; ‘but I've just thought—I made a mistake in the day. I'm not going to town until next week. So don’t bother.’” Camping Out. Know a sport that takes the bun, Can’t be beat for yard-wide fun! Nothing like it ‘neath the sun— Camping! Such an independent life! Eat your pie with just a k Air with unconvention rife- Camping! In the night the wind will rise, Havoc play before your eyes, Blow your tent into the skies— Camping! Matches lost and bacon gone. Party sad, morose, forlorn. Almost have a mind to scorn Camping! Fish won't bite, mosquitoes will; Flies proceed to take their fill. All the party has a chill— Camping! Next year Jim and Jack and Joe Think it decide to go To a furnished bungalow Camping! —c. G. Garretien. INTELLIGEN All in a Fren'ly Way. By JEANNE OLDFIELD POTTER. Asa result of rivalry for the smiles of a fair Italian daughter, Tony was THE TEA DRINKER. Phryne—"‘ The doctors say tea with cream is very in- jurious. It actually tans the stomach.” Ariadae—'* Well, I don’t care if it doesn’t freckle."’ CE. I've been going to school all this while, and never realized before what a peach of Zip! waylaid one dark night and left with several nasty cuts. He was taken to the company hospital, where, on the morning following, John, who kept the doctor’s wife supplied with fresh fruits and vegetables, called to see the injured but cheerful and philo- sophical Tony. John was equally cheerful and philosophical, although he twisted his battered straw hat nervously and his brown face fell into lines of commiseration. “‘Too-a bad poor Tony getta de cut, Missis Docta! Too-a ba-ad! An’ all done in a fren'ly sort-a way!"" His Probable Fate. “Mrs. PiMegilder has just mar- ried again, but her new husband has such a peculiar name that to save my life I cannot remember what it No matter! Very likely we shall never hear of him again until — she decides to get a divorce from him."’ Killing. Agnes—‘How Mrs. Malaprop murders the King’s English!"" Grace—‘‘ Yes; isn’t it killing?” comicbooks.com