Judge, 1918-08-31 · page 10 of 32
Judge — August 31, 1918 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains several humorous short stories and cartoons typical of early 20th-century American satire: **"Their Heroic Action"** mocks rural, uneducated speech patterns through a tall tale: a backwoods Arkansas man claims his fourteen children saved his life by pelting an armed intruder with rocks instead of him confronting the threat directly. The humor relies on dialect comedy and the absurdity of children as unlikely heroes. **"Luck, They Call It"** is a brief wordplay joke about dropping the "p" from "plucky" when gossiping. **"At Her Risk"** presents cynical commentary on women seeking male sympathy, suggesting entanglement rather than help. The remaining shorts mock domestic life (a wife's poor cooking, a husband's concern about ancestral coins) through conventional marital humor. The cartoons employ simple line drawings common to the era. Overall, the page reflects Judge's reliance on regional dialect, gender stereotypes, and domestic comedy—standard satirical fare for early 20th-century American magazines targeting middle-class readers.
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Their Heroic Action . Y children saved a man’s life tuther night,” related Mr. M Gap Johnson, of Rumpus Ridge, Ark. “’Twas along in the shank of the evening. Wife was complaining about something I’d done or hadn’t done, I was reading in the Weekly Clarion about So-and-so having Sundayed, or suicided, or embezzled, or something that-a-way, in our midst, the children were fighting among theirselves, and everything was happy and serene, when some feller—I never found out just who, but it must have been somebody that knowed me tollably well—rid up to the gate. “LT reckon he was drunk, or something. Anyhow, he slid a few shots through the front windows and yelled for the slim-connected son of a horse thief that lived there to come out and get his pelt shot so full of holes that it wouldn't hold anything thinner than hazel brush. Well, I flapped out the light, drug on my boots, rotched down from its hooks my old shotgun that I keep for special occasions with about a foot of buckshot in each barrel, and was figgering on sliding out the back way, coming around in front and saturating the ¢ But the children saved me the trouble. Most of the fourteen of ‘em shucked out the back door before I got started.” gathcred three or four rocks apiece, slipped around the corner, and poured ‘em to him in chorus. “Well, there wasn’t anything left for me to do. 'Most anybody can face a gun, but it takes a good one to dodge about forty rocks fired by experts like my kids. The feller burnt the wind getting out of there, and his life or mine was saved. Have to laugh every time [ think about it—that bold devil coming to cut a great dido. and then letting a pack of kids run him off. Haw! haw! haw!” Luck, They Call It It_ makes no difference how plucky a man has been, his friends leave off the “p" when they tell about it At Her Risk When a pretty woman goes to a man for sympathy in her troubles, she does it at the risk of accumulating new ones. C. F. Perens Noticed Oficer—What's the matter ‘ Hi a rae Irs. Jones is doing her own cooking “Indigestion r Iw carryin’ was goin’ to fall in I guess mebbe I didn't chew it the y. “Yes. [notice they've laid in another garbage can.” confuse the customer. And the result? Crowds come. There isa fascination. They get excited. They cat more. The cooks, the counter men, the cashier, the floor boys, work faster. It pays. My bill for broken dishes is thousands of dollars annually, but it pays. I instruct everybody to break dishes. It pays in the long run.” “And you mean you started this sort of thing in America? “Tam the man,” he said. And as we left the noise room, he turned and looked at his troupe of dish shakers. ‘Louder, boys, louder!”” he commanded. Should Be Restored Aunt Nancy—What do you know, Eben Hi a letter from George from way over in Asia. Says he has just dug up a lot of coins belonging to Nebuchadnezzar. Unde Eben—So? Well, you write him and tell him to hunt Neb up and give ’em to him Drawn Joux Hew I won't have any son of mine keeping what ain’t “Don’t: you think your kisses are being wasted rightfully ‘is. Not exactly wasted, but you might say that they have comicbooks.com