Judge, 1913-11-22 · page 5 of 26
Judge — November 22, 1913 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
**Main Content:** A satirical engraving titled "Landing of the Plymouth Rock Chickens" depicts Pilgrims arriving by boat with a large chicken, parodying the historical Mayflower landing. **Surrounding Material:** The page features Thanksgiving-themed humorous poetry and prose pieces, including "Waiting for the Thanksgiving Dinner," "Quite Clear," and "My Dance." These appear to be lighthearted domestic comedy about holiday anticipation and family dinner traditions. **A Feast Assured:** A cartoon dialogue between characters discussing a Thanksgiving dinner invitation, with mentions of "airmen" and references to "M. Pegoud and the high notes of E. Caruso" (likely early aviation pioneers and opera singers). **The Satire:** The overall humor combines nostalgic American mythology (Plymouth Rock landing) with contemporary holiday anxieties and social observations about class, food, and entertainment expectations during Thanksgiving.
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\ Waiting for the Thanksgiving Dinner ] WISHT the moon was a punkin pie— If ‘twas I'd be right willin’ To lose my way on it some day And live a year on , fillin’; And when I'd come to i the desert’s rim, I'd like to find a- showin’, welcum me, A lemonade river flowin’. I'd like to climb up a mountain cake, A-munchin’ every minute; I'd stop, you know, a year or so, To mine fer raisins in it;. And when I'd tunneled a hole clean through, I wouldn’t do much squallin’ If I just spied on t’other side Vaniller ice cream snow fallin’. I wisht the world was a turkey egg ] And hatched us out a winner; I'd eat so much I couldn’t touch , My hands acrost my dinner. And when I'd et till I couldn’t git My jaw teeth to my upper, I'd stop, I would, and feel so good T wouldn’t want much till supper! —Charles Campbell Jones. LANDING OF THE PLYMOUTH ROCK CHICKENS Quite Clear HANKSGIVIN’ Day is comin’. It ain’t so far away. An’ I'll be glad at dinner, because my dad’ll say, ‘Now, boy, come on an’ hurry, so I your plate can take an’ help you to more turkey an’ punkin pie an’ cake.’” You needn’t think I’m crazy for talkin’ like I do. I ain’t so awful stupid, an’ what I say is true. We're goin’ to a neighbor's at eatin’ My Dance I™ not a society man; I do not care for girls. I shun, when I decently can, The light fantastic whirls. But mother's great dinner dance—say ! I'll be there on the dot! Right joyously, Thanksgiving Day, I do the turkey trot. —Terrell Love Holliday. time this year—Iguess that I'll quit writin’. I hope my meanin’s clear. —Leslie Van Every. A Feast Assured Bobbie—Are you go- ing to have a good time at your house Thanks- giving? Freddie—Bet your life we are! I heard ma invite the minister to dinner. As to airmen, you have your choice be- tween the high stunts of M. Pegoud and the high notes of E. Caruso. of the six I am pretty S. Al. Lust—Why do you order six boiled eggs when you tell me you eat only two? Ep. I. Curus—I know this place. I order six eggs because out sure to get two good ones. comicbooks.com