Judge, 1915-06-26 · page 19 of 25
Judge — June 26, 1915 — page 19: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Judge* magazine contains primarily **humor columns and advertisements** rather than political cartoons. The main text piece, "Passing the Mustard," satirizes a retired businessman whose economic retrenchment (stopping advertising) caused his business to disappear—ironically, he didn't retire from business; business retired from him. It's commentary on Depression-era economic anxiety and the counterproductive nature of cost-cutting. The remaining items are brief humorous anecdotes on various topics: a heckler correcting an orator about land and fish, a street fight over job titles, a mother rejecting Shakespeare-quoting Johnny as company, and domestic humor about receipts and old age. The **advertisements** occupy substantial space: Arcadia Mixture smoking tobacco (50¢ for 1/4 pound) and Beeman's Pepsin Chewing Gum ("good for digestion"). These represent typical early 20th-century patent medicine and consumer product marketing. The page is primarily **light entertainment and advertising**—representative of *Judge*'s evolution toward mainstream humor magazine rather than hard political satire.
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es of ublic y-two have ‘a Passing the Mustard Retired He used to be a business man And had a whopping trade; From dawn to dark he used to plan, And quite a wad he made. But now he lives a life of ease, By no ambition fired, And in the business circles he’s Declared to have ‘‘retired."’ It seems depression came; the skies Of business all were dull. He thought that he'd economize, Because there was a lull. He stopped his advertising—so In memory he grew dim. He didn’t retire from business—no, The business retired from him. —Douglas Malloch, in American Lumberman,. The Molecule with Brains—‘‘The land,’’ screamed the orator, ‘the land from which is produced the food of the people should belong to the people. There is no food used by the people that does not depend upon the land, and therefore’’. “How about fish?’’ rudely interrupted a molecule with brains in the back of the hall.—Kansas City Star. The Cause—Old lady (having run upon a street fight)—Dear, dear! Can you tell me what's going on up there, my man? Non-combatant—Ho, nuffink, mum, only the bloke wot works the steam roller wants us coves to call ‘im a chauffeur.—Passing Show, Mother’s Advice—Mother—Johnny, stop using such dreadful language ! Joknny—Well, mother, Shakespeare uses it. Mother—Then don’t play with him; he’s x0 fit companion for you.—London Tit-Bits. Theoretical—* Don't you think every girl ought to be able to cook?’’ “TI think every girl ought to be able to talk intelligently on the subject, anyhow,”’ said the society lady addressed.—Louisville Courier-Journal. What He Had To Say—'‘Prisoner, have you anything to say?"’ “Only this, your honor. I'd be mighty sorry if th’ young lawyer you assigned to me was ever called upon to defend an inno- cent man.’’—Cleveland Plain Dealer. Still Unidentified — Coroner — We found nothing in the man’s pockets, ma’am, ex- cept three buttons, one handkerchief and a receipted bill. Sobbing inquirer—A receipted bill! Then t my husband. — Tit. Bits. An Appetite Satisfied—‘‘Mummy, can I have that pear that was on the dining-room sideboard this morning? 'Cos'-—— “Because what?"* “Cos I've eaten it!""—Punch. Not Needed—‘‘Can’t I sell you one of our handsome lounging coats?"’ asked the clerk. “No use,’’ replied the man, looking around; ‘‘my wife won’t let me lounge around the house.’'— Yonkers Statesman. Pacifying Her—‘‘What are you so furi- ous about, wife?’? EMrs. Smith just called me an old cat!"* Why, you're not old !""—Farm L. Made since 1861 from 7 kinds of tobaccos, from 7 different parts of the world—the best of each kind. 1/4 pound, new airtight xport Package 50c Smaller sizes, 15¢ and 25¢ 8 and 16 oz. tins, $1.00 and $2.00 You'll never know how good tobacco can be made until you smoke Arcadia. If your dealer cannot supply you, write to us at once PRESERVE YOUR COPIES OF JUDGE in a handsome binder which we offer for $1.50, express eharges collect. This binder will last for years, as it is heavily reinforced and it is so arranged that issues can be inserted as they are received. Sectional posts allow for expansion. A bound file of JUDGE your library table and a source of pleasure at all times. Address 225 Fifth Avenue New York comicbooks.com