Judge, 1915-10-16 · page 7 of 28
Judge — October 16, 1915 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several unrelated humorous pieces typical of early 20th-century American satirical magazines. **Top cartoon**: A tailor has made an ill-fitting garment with buttonholes misaligned—too many at top, too few at bottom. A domestic comedy about incompetence. **"Inappropriate"**: Rural grangers discuss naming a child "Bryan" (likely William Jennings Bryan, the populist politician). The joke: the child turned out "dumb," implying mockery of Bryan or his supporters. **"Degrees"**: Two men discuss predicting when World War I will end. One quips it'll conclude before the "Mexican muddle" (U.S. border tensions/interventions in Mexico)—suggesting American involvement in Mexico was more intractable than the European war. **"Close"**: A one-liner about a supposed close friend one cannot borrow money from—ironic definition of friendship. **"Hic Jacet Sam"**: A Latin-titled poem (mock-serious, "Here lies Sam") about a boy who died from eating too much jam/jelly, despite his mother's warnings. The punchline: his epitaph reads "Resurjam" (Latin: "I shall rise"), unintentionally punning on resurrection and the jam. **"A Collector"**: A woman, viewing a man through a lorgnette, asks if he collects antiques—then insults him by suggesting *he* is one.
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Jones—Confound that tailor! He Inappropriate “ HAT’S in a name?” asked Eph Akerlot of the group of grangers gathered around the old airtight in Fuller Proone’s store. ‘“‘ Now there was Sol Stub- ble up Hickory Village way, when his last boy was born three years back, they named him after Bryan and durned ef they ain’t jest- found out that the youngster was born dumb.” went and put a buttonhole too many at the top, and a button too many at the bottom. Degrees Crawford—So you're not making any predictions about when the war will end? Crabshaw—No, but I'll bet it will be over before the Mexican muddle. Close “ a . .o - Is he a close friend of yours? , indeed, I can’t borrow a cent from BR Chick—Say, are you a worm or a bug? ‘ Hic Jacet Sam B NEATH these sods, hic jacet Sam, Expired in youth of too much jam. His mother’s warning pleas he spurned The moment that her back was turned. And though all night with pain he'd yell, Alll day he'd gobble jarn—and jell. So, children, Sam fell deathly sick; ‘They ‘phoned “Oh, Doctor dear, come quick!” All night they strove—ob, sad to tell it! ~ The jam withstood knife, pill, and pellet Beneath this tree, where all is calm, Hic jacet Sam! Hic jacet jam! a One single word upon the stone ~ Where Sam reposes, stands alone; Mayhap the carver could not spell it— Mayhap this tale he thought to tell it. For—look you, child!—mark well, and heed! ‘The word “‘Resurjam” you shall read. —Albert E. Hoyt. A Collector She—What’s his penchant? He—Antiques. She (glaring through lorgnette)—Is that one of them with him? comicbooks.com