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This is primarily a humor and advertising page from *Judge* magazine. The left column contains four brief comedic anecdotes mocking immigrant workers and legal/social pretension: 1. **"Deficient in Melody"**: A Slavic laundry woman complains about a piano tuner's noise, satirizing immigrants' lack of musical sophistication. 2. **"Sat on the Lawyer"**: A magistrate verbally defeats a lawyer, playing on the phrase "sat on" (humiliated him). 3. **"A Social Distinction"**: An Irishman (Casey) mocks a social-climbing girl's pretensions about a "chafing dish." 4. **"How It Happened"**: A prison visitor's opening is cut off—unclear punchline. The right side contains advertisements for Repetti chocolates and a "Cartoons and Caricatures" instructional book. The poetry "The Whistler" celebrates working-class dignity through whistling—the sole earnest content amid otherwise dismissive ethnic humor typical of 1910s-era *Judge*.

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= Stories Deficient in Melody—Annie, a Slav wash woman, who work: week in a certain South Side home, seems to have an ear for musi she does possess no technical knowledge on the subject. In the home, a few days since, a piano tuner spent about six hours trying to put the instrument into condition again. The laundry of the home is directly under the living room in w tuner was performing his monotonous task. When Annie came up after her day’s work was done, she sai employ: you know man in parlor?” “Yes, Annie.” wwe, I want to tell you one thing. I no like to hear him. I piano play .”’—Youngstown Telegram. The Whistler He blows the sordid care of life away While sending flute-like music through his lips, Assails the wearing labors of the day, While cheerfulness pervades his finger tips With blood that holds the iron of a man, Sent by a heart that knows its duty well, And rings the changes of Creation’s plan As would a mellow-throated silver bell. His tuneful whistling wakes the sleeping air ‘That listens with a sweet, contented smile, And even discontented, grouchy Care, Forgets to frown at his inviting wile; But lets the recklessness of thoughtless Mirth, For just a moment, have its careless way, And in that moment give the laughter birth That sweetens the remainder of the day. And, rising st soars above the clouds Afar to where the shining angels dwell, And rosy mist the land of peace enshrouds, To work anew its fascinating spell; And there becomes immortal in its range Forgets the flight of earthly days and years, And, though the statement seems a little strange, At last becomes the music of the spheres. —Jake H. Harrison, in Springjield Republican. Sat on the Lawyer—A late police magistrate was a most painstaking judge in all his cases, and in important ones it was his custom to det ming up until the next sitting of the court. On one occasion he exhaustive decision on a case, after which the lawyer for the plaintiff rose and questioned it “Pardon me,” said his worship. ‘‘I cannot allow you to reopen this after I have given my final decision. I may be wrong, but that is my opinion.” The lawyer quickly replied: ‘our worship, I know it is no use my knocking my head abrick wall. I suppose I must sit down.” The magistrate adjusted his eye-glasses, and, looking sarcasti the lawyer, said: “Sir, | know it is no use your knocking your head against a bri with less injury to himself than you.””—Case and Comment. A Social Distinction—Casey had dropped in for a visit on C and during the course of his stay times of a chafing dish party she had attended the evening before. Now ey agreed with Callahan that the latter’s daughter was SS too many airs; so, with a view to disconcerting her, h asl ed a chafing dish?” said Callahan, with a daiisg dish is a fryi n’ pan that’s got into societ —Chicago News. How It Happened—“ What brought you here, my poor man? the prison visitor. “Just a little bit of absent-mindedness,” replied the prisoner. “How was that?” with Smiles s one day - \ | _ “Blue Bird id that I know of no one who could perform such an operation | for which the 99 oo | Happiness’ Ie rotten | “Quickly flew to fame On the good Repetti name’ This pretty tradition has been applied to our very newest package. Perhaps you have been planning a gift for some friend. Nothing could more appropriately express your sentiment. A leading druggist near you probably has this package. Or if you prefer, send us $1.00 with forwarding instructions. CHOCOLATES _BON BONS CARAMELS 30 West 34th Street 50 Broadway New York City If you can draw a little and want to draw more, you have an opportunity to learn at small s:|| expense to yourself. = EUGENE ZIMMER- sean ee MAN has an established ically at 1 reputation as a car- ek wall? toonist. fer sum- gave an He has put some of the “allahan, 4 tricks of his trade into observed that Miss Callahan spoke several : ‘ a book, putting | “CARTOONS AND CARICATURES” —= bound neatly in 34 mo- ” asked rocco, which will be sent to you prepaid on receipt of $1.00. “I forgot to scratch the’monogram off a watch before I pawned it.’ ZIM BOOK Chicago Journal. The Test —“I gave that youngster of mine a toy printing press, a xylophone, a box of paints, and some other things | & steam engine 1-13 Brunswick Building, 225 Fifth Ave., New York City