Judge, 1916-01-22 · page 6 of 28
Judge — January 22, 1916 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three separate satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century Judge magazine: **"The World"** — A poem by Lee Shippey presenting contrasting attitudes: Asley content, Grumby pessimistic, Doctor Pointer optimistic, and Faylor cynical. The satire mocks how different temperaments perceive identical circumstances differently, concluding that we rarely truly understand our neighbors' lives. **"A Mere Incident"** — Gap Johnson from rural Arkansas (Rumpus Ridge) casually recounts a gunfight where he exchanged fire with would-be assassins, then went to bed. The humor lies in treating lethal violence as mundane frontier life, contrasting sharply with urban readers' sensibilities. **Two cartoon strips** compare past and present: "Great-Great Grandmother's Day" shows old-fashioned, slow transportation with formal speech ("I prithee desist"), while "But Today" depicts modern impatient motorists demanding speed ("Give her a little gas"). The satire critiques how automobiles have accelerated society's pace and eliminated courtesy. All pieces reflect period anxieties about modernity, class perspectives, and changing American values.
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The World ASLEY has a sinecure ‘And a place in li Of much fortune good Has a charming wife; Alll things proper, sure, Grumby’s a dyspeptic chap, Owes a lot of bills, Sees spread thick all o' Real and fancied ills; Trouble with him seems to be Constantly, and cares— “It’s a hard world, plain to see Mr. G. declares. the map Doctor Pointer lives serene, Safe from wrong, the fretter, Happy to have clearly seen How the world grows better; Faylor, who was crimped on Change, Doleful as a hearse, Sighs and says it’s sadly strange How it’s growing worse. Some contend the world is broad, Some complain it’s narrow, Some believe it all a fraud, Some, it’s full of marrow; Yea, though travelers we be, Though we search and labor, We the world may never see Of our next door neighbor. Lee Shippey. A Mere Incident “C)H! We understand that you had an exciting adventure night before ?” tentatively remarked the able editor of the Polkville (Ark.) Weekly Clarion. “Nope!” nonchalantly replied Mr. Gap Johnson, from out on Rumpus Ridge. “Not me! You must be thinking of some other Johnson. That the night that a bunch of seven or cight fellers, that had been noratin’ around that they was going to shoot me at sight fora little suthin’ or nuther, called me to the door and all took a shot at me. I dropped to the floor, crawled over and got my shotgun, crope out the back way, slid around the corner of the house, and sorter sifted both barrels of buckshot round amongst ’em impartially. They all went away then, except three or four, and I went to bed. That was all that happened that night, as fur as I recollect.” Her Position Assured mustn't. “Her social position is fully assured, isn’t it?” “Dear me, yes. She told me the other “Bronks wants to sublet his apart day confidentially that she had now gotten “Why, he called it the ideal pl to the point where she could snub her best “LT know, but the j way he parts his hair.” friends without injury. IN GREAT-GREAT GRANDMOTHER'S DAY “I prithee desist, messires, thy pace is terrifying.” BUT TODAY Give her a little gas and let's be going on.” “Say, Mike, what's the delay? They Mostly Do She (recalling college days) Tom P. Morgan. came of our man of might? He—O, he married Time to Move What be- woman of nitor doesn’t like the ment.”> comicbooks.com