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The top cartoon depicts golfers at St. Andrew's golf club in Scotland. The caption includes Scottish dialect ("What'e ye hoistain' aboot, Tammas?") and jokes about golf etiquette—one golfer appears to have hit unusually far and is asking another to "Play off, mon!" The humor derives from Scottish regional speech and the absurdity of golf's formal rules being applied to an extraordinarily long shot. Below are literary commentary pieces critiquing famous authors (Shakespeare, Crashaw) and book reviews. The bottom cartoon shows a restaurant scene where a waiter apologizes for a long wait, blaming it on the guest's own tardiness—a joke about service industry hospitality excuses. This page mixes sports satire with literary criticism and social humor typical of Judge magazine's general-interest content.

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ae McIntosh—What're ye hesitatin’ aboot, Tammas? A Flower Valentine x IS fitting, though the world be robed in snows, For my sweetheart some flowery phrase to frame, Since on her two lips temptingly there glows A crimson tulip flame. She looks upon me in bewitching wise, And straightway [ would fain embrace my fate, Finding the vernal violet of her eyes Ever inviolate. Shimmers the marigold within her hair, With all its amber lusters, fold on fold; Sooth, I shall be assailed by dark despair Unless T marry gold! Clinton Scollard. Featuring This Issue } Y SILLY WIFE, a story of intense emotionalism, of no possible interest to anyone, by Bandoline Billington. Tut Tut, the third of the wonderful Tut Tut series in which the Tut Tut children uplift an asylum for idiots. By Vassargirl. AT THE ROYAL AND ANCIENT GOLF CLUB, ST. ANDREW'S McNab—Mon, yon's a bran’-new twa shillin’ ba’—and I may never see it again! Play off. mon! The Inexorable Banana Peel. worst funny stories ever printed; next to the oldest idea in the world treat broken down professional humorist; by Nutsbaker Smythe. Wiener worst Forever. four of A Bryn Mawr Girl in Hoboken. Redolent of local color and genre gener- alities. Nothing so asinine has ever been printed; by Tillie Turnover. Drawing The Line “Here, here, Gents!” ad- monished the landlord of the Petunia tavern, addressing the prominent citizens assembled around the stove. ‘You'll have tocut that out! [don’t mind a little war talk occa- sionally, but I draw the line at peace discussions —they break up the furniture so.” One of the Being number plays more adaptable to the screen. Classified ° Crawford—Shakespeare was an uncon- a scious genius and had no idea that he was writing for posterity. Crabshaw—If he ha 1 by . he’d have made his q Guest—See here, waitress, you've kept me waiting here for half an hour, looking like a fool! Waitress—Sorry | had to keep you waiting, sir; but you're responsible for the rest. comicbooks.com