Judge, 1916-09-30 · page 25 of 28
Judge — September 30, 1916 — page 25: what you’re looking at
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This page contains **primarily advertisements and humorous poetry**, not political cartoons. The main satirical content is a poem titled **"Blame It on the Tire"** by Wilbur D. Nesbit. It mocks a negligent motorist who mistreats his automobile—underinflating tires, driving recklessly, hitting obstacles, and accumulating damage—then blames the tire itself when it inevitably fails. The joke is the man's refusal to accept personal responsibility; he abuses the equipment then complaints about its "defects." The poem satirizes **common excuses and poor judgment** among early automobile owners, poking fun at drivers who lack mechanical knowledge or care. The left column advertises H.W. Slauson's expert automotive advice service through Leslie's Motor Department—a genuine service offering, not satire. The remaining content consists of product advertisements (Crème Yvette dessert, patent services, etc.).
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