Judge, 1915-10-16 · page 5 of 28
Judge — October 16, 1915 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This is a humorous short story titled "Through the Lakes with Ozias," illustrated with a decorative header cartoon and small character sketches. The narrative, by Albert E. Hott, depicts rural American characters discussing a trip through the Great Lakes region. The main illustration shows two fashionably dressed women sitting on a patterned sofa, appearing deliberately unfriendly to each other—this matches the caption "Deliberately Unfriendly." The story features dialect-heavy dialogue between characters named Uncle Ozias Pike, Peleg, and Deacon Soames, employing rural Midwestern speech patterns typical of early 20th-century Judge magazine humor. The bottom illustration shows three characters in period dress. The humor relies on regional stereotypes and colloquial language rather than political commentary. This appears to be lighthearted fiction entertainment rather than political satire.
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“DELIBERATELY THROUGH THE OWA PELEG, ’tain’t never goin’ t’ pay ye t’ give up yer store ’n’ play y y' checkers f’r a livin’. So having said, Uncle Ozias Pike added: “W'y don’ ye ast me haow me 'n’ Ma enj'yed aour western tower?” “Drat em!” said Deacon Soames, throw- ing the checkers vio- lently onto the board, which he closed with aslam, “they’s nights when I cudn’t beat thet critter yonder”— pointing to Deliver- ance Simpkins, his clerk —“‘but nex’ time I'll wollop ye!” Ozias chuckled. Deacon Soames added: “Wa-al, git yer western tower aout 0’ yer system.” Rightly construing this mild con- sent to listen as an eager curiosity to be told, Mr. Pike went on; “Me ’n’ Ma’s hum bodies, ye know, Peleg. ’Twan’t long LAKES ALBERT £. HOYT arter we got spliced ontwel th’ younkets come, ’n’ enny ways I hain’t foun’ farmin’ a play spell, like them back-t’-naterers. Late years, though, me ’n’ her hez wanted to git away f’m Squantum. 'Tain’t real noisy here, Peleg.” “°Tain’t ear-splittin’ en th’ tush hours,’”” assented the Deacon. “So I sez t’ Ma,” Mr. Pike continued, “ let th’ young uns run things, ’n’ see aour - native lan’. Ma ‘lowed ’twan’t a bad idee. She'd been ‘lowin’ t’ go through th’ Great Lakes ’n’ see her folks aout en ’Scon- sin. They moved aout thar afore I knowed 'er, ’n’ I reckin now haow wimmin ez!— she kinder wanted ’em t’ sce what f’r a male critter she'd hitched up tew. I wa’n’t fig- UNFRIENDLY” WITH OZIAS erin’ on payin’ aout all I’m wuth, so I ast a feller, cud I keep daown expenses? Ef th’ lakes ez like th’ las’ time acrost, sez he, arter baout th’ fust day aout ye won’t “Can't ye read, woman? He's one of them stock juggling railroad directors”