Judge, 1917-02-10 · page 17 of 28
Judge — February 10, 1917 — page 17: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several short humor pieces typical of Judge's satirical content. The top shows a comic strip about a car chase or reckless driving accident, with captions suggesting someone is being urged to jump from a vehicle ("Jump, ye cloud-duster!") and a chauffeur being criticized for dangerous driving. The lower section features brief comedic dialogues and observations: - **"His Consideration"** mocks a Black servant (depicted in period dialect) seeking a job recommendation by asking his employer to list unflattering traits—treating negative character descriptions as qualifications, satirizing both the absurdity of recommendations and racial stereotypes of the era. - **"Handing It to Croesus"** jokes about extreme wealth, suggesting someone is so rich they use newspapers for pantry shelf-lining. - **"Folly"** includes a poem about embracing foolishness and social outsider status. - Small humor items about marriage, wartime conditions ("steam heated trenches"), and social climbing ("Kentucky Colonel") round out the page—typical light satirical fare for an early 20th-century humor magazine.
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make me— 4. Jump. ye doud-duster! jump! Ye can't 10. Chauffeur—Say, have a heart! What are you trying todo? Kill that little car? MODEL 806A, His Consideration 66S UHNEL, I’s gwine to goon de hunt of a job, and if yo’ please, sah, will yo" gimme a recommend?” “Certainly, Slewfoot! I will write that you are a chronic optimist, a procrasti- nator beyond compare and an inveterate kleptomaniac. How will that do?” “Fine, sah! Dat bookshunary lan- guage sho’ am phudigious. But, looky yuh, Cuhnel, why kain’t yo’ gimme a job yo'se'f, on de stren’th o” dem specifi- cations? Dat'll save yo’ writin’ ’em out, and I allus likes to save a white man all de trouble I kin, sah.” Real Thanksgiving Although he’s bound by married ties, His life he'd not forsake; His wife knows how to turn out pies Like mother used to make. Handing It to Croesus —Are they so awfully rich? Rich? Why, woman, she uses newspapers to cover her pantry shelves. 11. The poor thing! Why, you had your emergency on! Watch me! Folly Y SENSE is in my lack of it The world must have its fool— Let others bear the pack of it In palace, church and school, While watchful in .ay wandering heart And steadfast in my folly I come upon a court, apart From all their melancholy. Kingdom, but not by track of it, Entrance, but not by rule, Where the gold is in the lack of it And the crown is for the fool, Where, for music, I need only move And hear the praises ring From every little bell I love Addressing me as king!—Witter Bynner. Voice of Experience Mrs. Harlem Flatt—Benevolent Britons have arranged for steam heated trenches, this winter. Mr. Flatt (shivering)—Well, they better not have a pacifist janitor. Those who go from bad to worse seldom buy return tickets. 12. Broncho Billy—The way he suerte I believe that fellow ain't a-comin’ STOLEN AND WANTED. REWARD) Analyzed OCIETY is a layer cake. The bot- tom unavoidably collects dirt and filth. The top, with its sugary, sickly coating attracts the flies and gathers dust And because of these two, the middle is kept tolerably sweet and clean, except around the edges. Comrades She—Is there anything on earth that clings to a doubtful title like the Ken- tucky Colonel? He—Well, there's the strictly fresh egg. Drawbacks He—Does your boy keep up with his class? She—If it wasn’t for his health he'd be valetudinarian. His Yearn As Johnny churned he cursed the cow And all her bovine ilk. “Why can’t we keep a nanny goat, To give us butter milk?” comichooks.couy)