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This page is primarily **advertisements and humorous short stories**, not political cartoons. The main advertisement features **Benetti Caramels**, positioning them as premium confections for entertaining guests. Below that, "The Keeley Treatment" advertises a medical cure for alcoholism and drug addiction—a real institution that operated in the late 19th/early 20th century. The right column contains "Amusing Tales"—brief comedic anecdotes typical of Judge magazine's humor: - A panicked ship passenger mistakes being docked at port for a torpedo attack - A Scottish teetotaler justifies drinking whisky by claiming "the doctor ordered it" - John Randolph (historical Virginia politician) snaps at an innkeeper who inquires about his destination - A boarding house joke about a new dining table predicting worse meals These stories rely on **period stereotypes** (Scottish accents, social hierarchies) and gentle ironies about human nature rather than political satire. The humor is domestic and character-driven rather than topical.

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CARAMELS will be an added pleasure to your guests. These caramels are “really different”—better than you probably imagine. They are unique in appearance, quality and flavor and the most carefully made of all confections. In case your local dealer cannot supply you_send twenty- five cents for a trial introductory package. Then you will know just how delicious Caramels can be. Repel, NEW YORK “KING OF CARAMEL MAKERS" 30 West 34th Street 42nd Street and Fifth Avenue John Barleycorn’s Master Our scientific treatment removes the appetite for drink or drugs—does not nauseate Only registered ph jans are permitted to administer the remedies in our authorized institutions. ane During the last thirty-five cio cen years, half a million have 5 Otiawe Ave, MWe, been successfully treated. Bulow, Mim, Amusing Tale, pro Longer Responsible—The of travel by sea at this time h: I s av havoc with the nerves of timid pile! , y rec ly there wa t © dec! coastwise vessel plying between peh and Baltimore, when a scantily-dad m hurricd from his stateroom and dashed toward the upper deck. On the way he into the captain of the vessel =) “What's the matter, captain?” he man. aged to gasp. “Have we been torpedoed?” “Calm yourself, my dear sir, and be prepared for the worst.” answered the oflici * , don’t tell me we're going down!” ned the other. “Quick, shen are the rvers?”” consic ptain, ered the despairing tin, very solemnly, > all we can for you. You ave to look out for yourself from now on. You sce, we've just tied up to the dock.” ie’ York Times, Taking Doctor’s Orders—A country doctor, walking out one day with a High lander who boasted he was a stanch tee totaler, resolved to put him to the test Passing a hotel he asked him in and ordered two glasses of whisky. After they had “shifted” these and two or three more a the doctor’s expe his friend began to get a wee bit “glib o’ the gab.” The doctor then, feeling he had him, bluntly asked: “How does this square wi’ your teetotal pretensions?” : “Weel,” quoth John, with a quiet smik, “though I’m a stanch teetotaler, I'd bea fule to refuse what the doctor orders.” —Pittsburgh Chronicle Telegraph Paid in His Own Coin—lIn the days of the country inn and when traveling over land was done on horseback or in carriages, the eccentric John Randolph, of Roanoke, was passing over a road that was new to him. He stopped at an inn for dinner. The mal being over, the driver hitched in his team and was ready to resume the journey, whe the innkeeper, doubtless with the best ir tentions, inquired of Randolph where te was goin; “I've paid my bill, and it’s none of your business,” gruffly answered the traveler. About half a mile from the inn Randolph found that the road forked. He, of cours, did not know which end to take, so he seat the driver back to inquire of the innkeeper. “You can tell Mr. Randolph that be bs paid his bill and that he can take whichever way he chooses,” returned the innkeepet —Holland’s Magazine. That Was the Reason—“ Why are yo asking me for help? Haven't you ay close relatives?” “Yes, That’s the reason why I'm a pealing to you.”—Birmingham Age-Herolt. Ominous—I purchased a lovely row! oak dining table this morning.” sad Ms Hasher. “That being the case,” rejoined the 3 boarder, “I suppose we need expect # more square meals.”—IJndiana polis Nest.