Judge, 1918-03-09 · page 23 of 36
Judge — March 9, 1918 — page 23: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page collects brief humorous anecdotes organized under section headers. The content reflects early-20th-century American attitudes, particularly toward race. The "Darkies" section contains racist jokes using exaggerated dialect and stereotypes about Black Americans. One anecdote mocks a Black baseball fan who traveled on a Pullman train's roof (referencing segregation and inferior accommodations). Another depicts a Black man with multiple wives, playing on degrading stereotypes about Black family structure. Other sections ("Preachers," "Good Fishing") present gentler humor about clergy and wordplay. "After the Air Raid" features French dialogue about WWI bombing raids, with a punchline about neck stiffness rather than shell shock. The cartoon illustration depicts a European street scene, likely French, showing civilians and damaged buildings—consistent with the air raid content. The overall page represents Judge's satirical style: mixing social commentary with period humor, though much content relies on now-offensive racial caricature and dialect that was considered acceptable entertainment at the time.
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Unwelcome Garnishing “Look here, waiter, there's a piece of leather in this sausage. I’m blowed if I'm going to eat the harness too!"—Snark* Innual (London) ——— | DARKIES On a Pullman—Among those present in line when a misty dawn broke over the scene of the third world’s series game in New York was a large darky fan. “No- body can have this chile’s place in line he warned loudly. “*Ah came on a Pull- man all the way from Nawth Ca-lina to see disser game. You came on a Pullman?” asked his neighbor. “Yessuh, on it is right. On the roof of it, that’s where Ah was. Oh, boy Argonaut. Not Musical—Mrs. Johnsing—Can't stay long. Mrs. Snow. I just come to see ef yo’ wouldn't join de mission band. Mrs, Snw—Fo° de lan’ sakes, honey, doan come to me! [can’t even play a mouf organ.—Christian Register. A Bigamous Wish—A visitor to the household of a colored man in Georgia was much impressed by the thriftiness of the mistress of the house. “That's a hard-workin’ wife you've said he said Joe, with the utmost . “L wish I had a couple more like Harper's Magazine. His Anniversary—Old Zeb Johnson, the champion white-washer, walked down tin street of the village one morning dressed in his best suit, with a large, bril- liant buttonhole bouquet and with cotton gloves on his big hands. “Hello, Zeb.” said the postman, you taking a holiday?” “Dish yere.” said the old man with proud wave of his huge hand, “dish yere am mah golden wedding anniversary, sah, \h’m celebrating hit.” “But your wife,” said the postman, “is working as usual. I saw her at the washtub as I passed your house.” “Her?” said Zeb hotly. “She ain't got nuttin’ ter do wif it. She's mah fou’th.” —Argonaut. oo toe Wanted—Helpful Prayer—Just be- PREACHERS fore the conclusion of the weekly prayer- t meeting in a country town one evening the parson arose and glanced over the Good Fishing, However—A popular congregation. arch-deacon while out one day with his “Is there anybody present,” said he, dog and gun met a parishioner. “who wishes the prayers of the congrega- “T hope,” said the archdeacon, “you tion for a relative or friend?” attend church regularly and read your “Yes, parson, swered a tall, angu Bible?” lar woman. rising to her feet. “I want the Ido read my Bible,” replied the pa- congregation to pray for my husband.” rishioner; and added in a severe tone “Why, Sister Martha,” exclaimed the “but I nowhere find that the apostles parson with a surprised expression, “ you went out shooting.” have no husband!” , id the arch-deacon, “the “IT know I haven't,” was the calm shooting was very bad in Palestine. so rejoinder of Sister Martha. “I want all they went fishing instexd.""—/ondon hands to pitch in and help me pray for one.”"—Dayton News. After the Air Raid "ils reviennent encore cette nuit, je vous garantis que je ne mettrai plus le nex d ma fenétre!™ “Tous avez regu un éclat de bombe?”™ “Non, j'ai attrapé le torticolis.” “If they come again tonight, | promise you I shan't stick my head out of the window!” “What's the matter? Did you get sheli-shock?” “No, stiff-neck.”—La Baionnette (Paris). Comicbooks.com