Judge, 1916-07-08 · page 23 of 28
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This page contains a humorous poem by Horace Seymour Keller about three fictional fishermen from Utica who are compulsive liars. The satire mocks the tendency of fishing enthusiasts to exaggerate their catches and tell tall tales. The poem follows three men who take a train to fishing grounds, spend the day at "Friend Perkins' store" (apparently a local gathering place) spinning increasingly elaborate lies, then return home with modest catches while claiming they'll relay even grander stories the next day. The narrator reveals himself as complicit in this tradition ("I was one of them, I am sorry to relate"), suggesting this is a universal male vice—the compulsion to embellish fishing adventures regardless of actual success. The page otherwise contains short joke items and advertisements (Budweiser, Cape May Hotel), typical of Judge magazine's format.
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Passing the Mustard Three Artistic Liars of Utica Three liars there were of Utica, Artistic as one might wish. They'd talk all night, they'd t And all you could hear was “fis! Each one of them toted the iron cross Descended from good old Ike. ‘Twas a day ill spent when they failed to toss A tale of the trout or pike. "Twas an early morn in the month of May When they hopped aboard the tra That carried them swiftly Remsen wa To the fishing grounds They chortled of this, they As fishermen always chort; And never an eyelash did one bat At the other liars’ retort. Friend Perkins’ store at the Corners waits, ‘As it has for many an age, With the welcome totem upon For the savant and the sage. Sweet haven of rest for the multitude Swearing by book of flies. From pillar to post i bued With the fragrancy of lies. ‘The hours they drift on the wings of time In this fishermen’s paradise, While e’er and anon you list to the chime Of the pestle crushing ice. It was no place for a minister's son, This haven of pure delight; "Twould crack his brain, the lies there spun When the tansy bed was right. With fortitude they held the post Until the air turned blue. Then sighed friend Perkins, the joyous host: “The last down train is du Some nice long green passed o’er the bar Adroit as one might wish, And each old liar without a jar Took a basket of fine fish. The trolley cars had gone to bed When they reached old Pent Up sweet; So they pussyfoot it home instead In the middle of the street. Ah! the lies they reeled next day—ahem! Believe me, they were great, Tan avouch—I was one of them, Tam sorry to relate. —Horace Seymour Keller, in New York Sun. Very Polished—“ Mr. Sinnick is very polished, isn’t he?” “Very verything he says reflects on some one.”"—Boston Globe. Partly Successful—Maisie—Has he captured her affections yet? Arthur—Some of them! But they keep getting away from his concentration camp! —Chicago News. Powerful—Miss Howler—Did my voice fill the drawing-room? Mr. Rood—No; it filled the refreshment toom and the conservatory.—Boston Tran- script. Psychology of Food—“ Very few men fing-dish cooks. “No,” commented Mr. Growcher. “You haven't any hesitation about telling a * oei Pree aa *‘Drink more liquids,” say the scientists cs_» Budweiser supplies this need. What there is in Budweiser be- sides Nature's own pure water is practically all of food or tonic value—no waste matter, no bacteria, nothing harmful. What there is in the average city water desides water is harmful— bacteria, ammonia, chlorine, waste matter. Read this table and compare: Contents _Nutritious Extract | Albuminoid Ammonia |_ . 0.00007% Bacteria | 2600 per cu. em Waste Matter 0.0172% * Thgee figures represent averates {rom Municipal Water ‘Department Repor apart for 12 large American cities. Budweiser Bottled at the Brewery ANHEUSER-BUSCH, st. Louis. GREAT BEAR SPRING WA “Its parity has mate it famous" S6e the case ol iz glass stopyered Bott New Jersey Smartest of American Beaches CAPE MAY Ostend—Trouville—Deauville all in one CAPE MAY HOTEL New modem fireproof resort Hotel, facing directly on the ocean. Every comfort. Finest bathing beach in the world. Deep sea and inland fishing, sailing, motor boating; good auto roads; golf, tennis; direct train serv: Cc. A. WOOD, Lessee 161 Madison Ave., N.Y. Tel. 2770 Murray Hill Booking Office, Hotel Warrington comicbooks.com