Judge, 1916-10-28 · page 5 of 28
Judge — October 28, 1916 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
The main illustration depicts a conversation between a man on horseback and a boy standing by a tree on a country road. The caption identifies the boy as "Little Binks (only lately suburban, but doing his best)," addressing the rider about a "Hackney stock" horse—likely a reference to common rental horses from London's Hackney district. The joke appears to be social satire: Little Binks, recently moved from the city to suburbs, is attempting to converse with a country gentleman about horses using dubious expertise, claiming the horse has "Airedale and Ayrshire blood in her, too!" This conflates dog and cattle breeds with horse breeding, mocking suburban newcomers' pretentious but ignorant attempts to adopt rural mannerisms and knowledge.
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SSS 2d Cenuterst eo Little’ Binks (only lately suburban, but doing his best)—Hackney stock, you think? H'm, well—maybe— p'raps a touch o° Airedale and Ayrshire blood in her, too! Told in the Smoker J one on Jimsby i ig last night.” res Tl “Tt was raining hard ||| JA\. when we got off the brel “Well, what of that ? he, so I offered to carry the umbrella.” walked up thé path and left him to get rained on.” ing his umbrell. “His umbrella nothing! Ly. GEQAY, I got a good A SRT. “How sc |W, \\ train, and he asked dd NY me to share his um- “You see, I’m quite a bit taller than “And when we came to my house I “A pretty mean joke, wasn’t it, keep- I'd been missing for a week.” It was one Progress Knicker—Jones watches the clock. Bocker—His father never got further than listening for the whistle. A Game Winner 66] HEAR that Huggins sat in atthe club poker game last night—does he appar to be a good sport?” “Well, | wouldn't go so far as to say that, but he is one of the gamest winners I ever met.” Pangs of Conscience Jess—Jack is so conscientious! Bess—How now? Jess—The poor fellow can’t decide which he ought to pay first—his gambling debts, or his alimony. Wanted a Rest Teacher—This makes four times I've had to punish you this week, Bobbic. What have you to say to that? Bobbie—I'm glad it’s Friday, teacher. Good Backing Simmons—Blowpop thinks his boy is the smartest in the world. Kimmons—Well, why shouldn't he? His boy seems to be of the same opinion. Life and Art WR of the white lights, the ac- tors and bright lights H Of stage and of film and finance, Of lobster place sinners and little dinners In joints where the fast people dance. He skilfully handles the intimate scandals And gossip of naughty Broadway, And thus makes his living by merrily The tales of this thoroughfare gay. —Yet never, by day or by night, does he roam Two blocks from the little Bronx flat he calls home. giving He writes of lush gardens and sweet Dolly Vardens Afar from the whirl of the town, He revels in phrases regarding the daisies Which people the meadow and down, His essays on farming are perfectly charming, And many a citified band Allured by his diction has formed a conviction That they must go back to the land. —He lives close to Rector’s on Longacre Square, And as for the country, he never goes there! The moral is—any old moral you please, We can’t furnish morals with verses like these. —Berton Braley. comicbooks.com