Judge, 1917-04-21 · page 7 of 32
Judge — April 21, 1917 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several humorous short pieces typical of early 20th-century American satire: **Main Cartoon (top):** A well-dressed commuter at a train station seeks an excuse for tardiness, having "worked this one to death"—satirizing how workers repeatedly use the same alibis with bosses. **"Odd Hunches":** Brief jokes about human nature—a man with shrubbery calling it a "bush league," politicians being hypocrites, and a scientist discovering music can be "tasted" (implying bad music "stinks"). **"His Deduction":** A tavern landlord and washing-machine salesman discuss a civic monument to "General Joggles"—likely satirizing how communities erect statues to obscure or forgotten figures without questioning their significance. **"The Inference":** A poem explaining why artists and poets idealize women—suggesting men portray women not as they are, but as they "ought to be." **Right-side illustrations:** Small comic vignettes including a "fireless cooker" joke, likely referencing early 1900s cooking technology and domestic life. The page blends social commentary with light humor typical of Judge's editorial approach.
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XUM Commuter—I wish | could think of some Odd Hunches 667 SEE,” said the snow to the earth, “that you catch my drift.” We know a man who has set out three miles of shrubbery around his estate and calls it a bush icague. When a man has a disagreeable wife, what people know as his regular busi- ness is only a side- line. Many a politician goes around with a whisk-broom in his hand, now and then brushing off a place on the ground so that he won’t get his ear dirty. 's punitive expedition against Villa a peon-issimo move- ment? Excuse haste and a bad pun. A Discovery A scientist has recently discovered that music can be tasted. We known a long time that some of it could be smelled. good excuse to give the boss for being late this morning. I've worked this one to death, His Deduction “ The good ladies of the Civic League are figgering on erecting in the Public Square a monument to General Joggles, as soon as they can hooraw the necessary funds out of the rest of us,” a trifle pessimistically said the landlord of the Petunia tavern. “A most admirable movement” diplomatically returned the wash- ing machine agent. “ But,—er-h’m! —who is General Joggles?” “Aw, some feller that’s dead, I reckon.” TH I Why every orator bedecks With sanctity the gentler sex; The Inference reason artists ever trace ch angel with a female face; And poets apotheosize ‘The ladies under heaven’ ies, — Is not, perhaps, that they seem far Too blind to sce them as they are, But that they would pay fealty To women, as they ought to be. —Ralph M. Thomson And Annoixing BOIX from St. Croix Who accepted with joix A place as an invalid’s chauffeur Slowed up at all signs, Thus avoiding all figns, s promptly dismissed as a lauffeur! —N. Parker Jones, A FIRELESS COOKER comicbooks.com