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The top cartoon satirizes the Marquis of Aberdeen, a Scottish nobleman visiting North America as Governor General of Canada. The humor lies in his encounter with a blunt American frontier man who, learning the Marquis spends $50,000 yearly, responds with crude practicality: if he had that much money, he'd hire a private car rather than snore in public transport. The satire targets the class gap between European aristocrats and American democratic directness—the "rude" westerner deflates the nobleman's pretensions through honest criticism rather than deference. Below are miscellaneous jokes and short satirical pieces typical of Judge's format, including commentary on evangelists hawking Jerusalem real estate and observations about working-class life. The humor is period-specific, relying on dialect humor and social observations now dated but reflecting early 20th-century attitudes toward class, immigration, and American informality versus Old World formality.

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Outraged exponent of public opinion—Hey ! Landing on a Lord THe Marquis of Aberdeen, now with his wife, Lady Aberdeen, in this country on a sociologic visit, was some twenty years ago Governor General of Can- ada and during his term of office one of his par- ticular delights was to travel about the Do- minion and the United States in- cognito to the limit. The Marquis loves to tell a joke on himself no less than on some other victim and he tells this one with much glee: During one of his trips he was on a Pull- man somewhere in our Northwest when a Taw westerner went at him for talk. Stranger in these parts?” said the native for an opening. , rather. . ine country this is, don’t you think?” Yes, rather.” “Looking for anything?” “Well, perhaps.” “Land, maybe: “ Perhaps.”” “How much money have you got to spend?” Now see wot yer done! killed! An’ he had my transfer in his pocket, too! “Oh, L can’t say exactly, don’t you know, but about fifty thousand dollars a year.” (This is the salary of the Governor General.) The westerner. threw up his hands in astonishment. “Good Lord, man,” he exclaimed, “if I had as much money as you've got and snored like you do, I'd hire a private car.” —W. J. Lampton. The Renegade REPARED: Defense He guarded well his heart and hand, And yet was taken by surprise— For what mere mortal could stand Bombardment by Miss Perkins’ pies! Mas! Bill's oft-repeated vow! Alas! the plans of men and mic A silken dress now saves a row; A brand new bonnet melts the ice. His sometime stand is altered now His plea is “Peace at Any Pric —Louis B. Capron. The Way with Some “What do yo’ think o’ de new evange- list, sah?” “Uh-well, sah,” replied square-headed eller- "de old Brother Rataree, “he’s plumb quint, and all dat, but 'stidder preachi Gospel he’s tryin’ to seli lots in de } Jerusalem and collect de money in advan Crowdin’ yer car so a pore feller can’t stay on! I eat Kal ae He might git hurt, er Famous Compromises “B JT don’t go near the water.” Alimony “Split the difference” Refined Burlesque “Well, just this once, then” Christmas Cards “You may kiss me on the check” Cafeterias. —Nick A Bom Winner Smith—Wot d’y’ know o’ that bloomin’ bookmaker’s clark? ’Ere ’e goes over an’ gits ‘is bloody legs shot off, an’ now ’e's pensioned for life. Hawkins—Yes m, an’ we poor beggars as comes ’ome un’armed gits nothink His Choice To dance with Phyllis is, no doubt, A charming substitute for heaven; But I prefer my bed instead About eleven! Of Course “He who gives quickly gives twice.” “Yes, mainly because he’s always called upon to give again later.” What Was the Matter Roys—What’s the matter with Sullivan's underfeed furnace? Chase—It's underfed. comicbooks.com