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This page contains humorous anecdotes rather than political cartoons. The left side features lighthearted domestic comedy pieces drawn from contemporary magazines like *Everybody's* and the *Pittsburgh Chronicle*: - **"When Daddy Sings"**: Satirizes fathers' singing habits—their peculiar physical contortions and inability to articulate lyrics properly. - **"Sons Were Setting"**: A rural pun-based joke where boys mishear their father's calls, creating double meanings ("settin' the hen" instead of working). - **"Diplomacy"**: Shows a child manipulating his father through reverse psychology about completing chores. The right side is a **full-page advertisement for Nujol**, a mineral oil laxative. The ad uses persuasive messaging comparing bowel health to maintaining farm equipment, reflecting early 20th-century patent medicine marketing that emphasized internal cleanliness as vital to health. The page exemplifies Judge's mix of genteel domestic humor and period advertising—no political satire or caricature present.

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XUM with Smiles When Daddy Sings When Daddy sings he keeps his chin Pressed tight against his chest, And just before the folks begin He gives his voice a test, And growls, “Do, do,” first high, then low, To see which way sounds best. Stories When Daddy sings it makes him frown vrinkle up his nose. He waves one finger up and down The way the music goes; And when the song lasts very long, He rises on his toes. “Black Joe” and “Cradle of the Deep" — He growls them extra strong. I don’t see why he cares a heap Whatever words belc You just hear “Tum ti iddy um” When Daddy sings a song. —Burges Johnson in Everybody's Magazine. Uncertain Compliment—They were dancing the one-step. The usic was heavenly. The swish of her silken skirts was divine. The fragrance of the roses upon her bosom was really intoxicating. “Ah,” she smiled, sweetly, with an arch look up into his face, “you remind me of one of Whitman’s poems A sudden dizziness seemed to seize him. It wa dream. When he had sufficiently gained his bre Which one?” “Oh, any one,” she replied. ‘The feet are mixed in all of them.” —Everybody's Magazine. m as if he were floating ath he spoke: Sons Were Setting—An old farmer, with a houseful of boys, was tug- ging away at a large piece of timber. Finding it rather hard work, he called his fter the other, at the top of his voice, but received no response. z the had no need of them, they all came id he, “have you been, and what have you been doing? Didn't you hear me call?” “Out in the shop, settin’ the saw,” replied one. “And you, Dick?” continued the farmer. “Out in the barn, settin’ the hen.” And you, Jack?” p in granny’s room, settin’ the clock.” “And you, Tom?” “Up in the garret, settin’ the trap.” “And now, Master Fred, where were you settin’?” asked the farmer. “On the doorstep, settin’ still,” replied the youngster.—Pittsburgh Chronicle. Diplomacy—Jerome $. McWade said of the management of children in a recent Sunday school address: ** Diplomacy succeeds best with the little ones. A lad of o came pufting and rosy in out of the cold the other night and sa Pa, I’m tired. I've sawed enough wood for this evening, ain’t I? I'm awful tired.” “Tired!” cried his father, looking up from his paper, with an air of sur- : and disappointment. ‘Why, I bet your mother a quarter you'd have hole pile done before supper.” Did you?’ shouted the boy, taking up his hat and mittens again. Well, you'll win your money if the saw holds out on me and lost.’ “And he rushed back to his hard task again, his eyes flaming with enthusiasm.” —Philadel phia Bulletin. Nobody ever bet One Way—‘ You say my husband any and I don’t know how to make him. any way in which we can forc “Did you ever try, on windy days, making him wear a hat that will be sure to blow off?” asked the doctor.—Buffalo Express. Is exercise, but he won't take an plaint “Ts Wasting Them—Redd—You're not playing golf now? Greene—No, it’s too cold. Saving golf balls, then? Saving nothing! I fired four at cats on my back fence last night.— St. Louis Post-Dispatch. How Do You Expect to “Work Like a Horse” —yet treat yourself as an intelligent farmer would scorn to treat his plow-horse? Your body demands careful attention, like any other finely adjusted piece of machinery. It pepands just'as readily to good treatment and suffers just as acutely from neglect. Neglect of the bowel function and the habit- ual use of laxative pills and waters fre- quently result in chronic constipation. Drug “remedies” for constipation whip the bowels into action until eventually the system comes to demand the spur of a cathartic before it will work at all. For this reason physicians everywhere are recommending Nujol—the internal lubricant. Nujol, unlike physics or drugs, acts mechanically by keeping the intestinal contents soft and so facilitating normal movements. Nujol being a lubricant, does not gripe or upset the system. It is tasteless, and easy to take. The Standard Oil Company (New Jersey) has used _ its world-wide resources in producing Nujol and its reputation is behind the product. Nujol is the only remedy for constipation we manufacture. The genuine sold only in pint bottles bearing Nujol trade-mark. All bottles filled at our Nujol plant, absolutely modern and sanitary. STANDARD OIL COMPANY [New Jersey] Dept. 13 Bayonne New Jersey Viease send me booklet on the treatment of constipation ed ie your name and sddsess plan below P Name Address City. ——— comicbooks.com