Judge, 1914-10-31 · page 22 of 24
Judge — October 31, 1914 — page 22: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page is primarily **advertising and filler content** rather than political satire. The main advertisements are: 1. **Egyptian Deities cigarettes** — a product ad using classical imagery 2. **"Be An Artist" — promoting Eugene Zimmerman's cartoon instruction book** ("Zim Book"), offering to teach cartooning for profit 3. **Beeman's Pepsin Chewing Gum** — a digestive aid product The right column contains several **humorous short stories** unrelated to politics: anecdotes about a freezing Kansan requesting lemonade, two girls adopting a stray cat named "Jim" (who turns out to be male and produces kittens), and domestic comedy sketches about Mr. Naggs and war-related dinner conversation. These are lighthearted filler pieces typical of humor magazines of this era — gentle domestic and absurdist humor with no apparent satirical political content. The page reflects Judge's function as entertainment and advertising vehicle rather than serious political commentary.
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The Urmost in Cigarettes” estions. Price 81.00, postpaid. Bound ir EGYPTIAN » PlainEnd or Cork Tp Be An Artist Let the World’s famous cartoonist, 1. Get the Zim Book— + Money back if book returned in 10 days. autres ZIM BOOK pe-k 1 Brunswick Bldg.. New York into your he saved with difficulty, and his clothes be. came a rattling sheath of ice before his rescuers could get him to the nearest saloon. “‘What'll you have, Dan?’’ inquired the barkeep solicitously. The Kansan opened his eyes and an. swered weakly, “Guess I'll take a glass of lemonade.'’—Lippincott's. Tim's Kittens—It was a happy day for the two little girls when the stray kitten was found mewing at their back door. |t was dirty and thin and tottery on its spindly legs. Its parentage was unknown, but there were painfully apparent evi. dences that it was not far removed from the bourgeois genus alley cat. Still, their kindly little hearts had hun- gered fora pet, and as a dog had been tabooed at their home, they entreated wildly to be permitted to keep the kitten, Their parents’ hearts were touched, and they were promised another and more gentle feline. But to no avail. They wanted the homeless and helpless little waif that they had found in the backyard. So, at last, they were told they might keep it. The maid of all work gave the squirming and dirty little ball of furs bath, and when it had dried it was decid. edly improved. A blue ribbon around its neck gave it really a respectable appear- ance. Milk was fed it in abundance, and ere long it came to be quite as pampered a looking pet as if it had behind it a long line of blue-blooded ancestry. Early it was named Jim, and as Jimit became known throughout the neighbor hood. Jim was a well-behaved and friendly feline and became a favorite. Conse- quently there was a hubbub at the home of the little girls when one of them ran into the house where her mother was entertaining her bridge club. Clearly she was bursting with a desire to confide something to her mother. The latter, always courteous to the lit- tle ones, stopped the game. ‘‘ What is it, daughter?”’ she asked. “Oh, mamma,’ blurted out the little girl, ‘‘Jim’s gone and got four little kit- tens in the garage, and I didn’t even know that he was married !"'— Louisville Times. Didn't Know When He Had Enough—Mr. Naggs was late in arriving for his supper. “Well, what kept you so late?” de manded Mrs. Naggs, her war signal dis- played. “II stopped to read the bulletins,” faltered Mr. Nagg. “The bulletins! What was on the bal- letins?”’ “Why, all about the fighting’ “Fighting, fighting!’’ with fine scorn. “Don't you get enough fighting at home!” “Why, yes, my dear, I guess I do,” be responded meekly.—Springfield Union. Her Straight Tip—‘‘I was speaking with your father last night,’’ he said at last, somewhat inanel. “Oh, were you?’ answered the sweet young thing, lowering her eyes. “Er— what were you—er—talking about?” ‘About the war in Europe. Your fs. ther said that he hoped the fighting would soon be over."” ? The sweet young thing smiled. ; “Yes,” she remarked; ‘I know he's very much opposed to long engagements. —Cleveland Leader. comichooks..