Judge, 1919-03-08 · page 11 of 32
Judge — March 8, 1919 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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# "Our Common Heritage" Page Analysis This page from *Judge* contains three distinct pieces: **"Our Common Heritage"** is a dialect humor poem mocking the British accent. An American tourist asks a London police officer ("bobby") for a "hardware store," but the officer's working-class Cockney dialect makes communication impossible—he interprets it as "ard wear store" and suggests a clothing shop instead. The joke turns on linguistic misunderstanding between American and British English speakers, suggesting they don't truly share a common language despite both speaking "Shakespeare." **"The Value of Advertising"** is a brief anecdote about small-town revival. An evangelist's harsh sermons comparing the town to "Sodom and Gomorrah" inadvertently attracted visitors seeking excitement—his negative publicity became positive advertising, revitalizing the village economically. The page also contains minor one-liner jokes about railroads, humor, and avoiding speed cops, plus vintage advertisements for cigarettes and cough drops. These reflect early-20th-century American humor and advertising conventions.
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Our Common Heritage By Frepenick Moxos “We, both peare.” From any one of on Ang Imerican rele I ASKED a London “bobby” speak the language of Shak a number of speeche If he would be so good As to point me out a hardware store. But was not understood. ‘ard weear stor he chuckled, Yer must ‘ave got a boy, And yer want to find a clothes shop, For a suit 0° corduroy?” “Oh, no, but you're mistaken,” T told’thas man of law: “T want to buy a hammer, A gimlet, and a saw.” Loud laughed that London “bobby,” \s if he’d never stop; “ Lor’, sir, yer buys a ‘ammer a hironmonger shop!” The Value of Advertising YVELL, well, the old livelier than it has time!” said the patent-churn man who visited the hamlet sufliciently often to be interested in its affairs. Apparently, quite a number of new people have moved in, and there really seems to be something doing at last!” “You betcha!” triumphantly replied the landlord of the tavern at Grudge. “You see, we had here about a month ago an evangelist with a considerable flow of language. And b’euz there wasn’t as much financial interest’ manifested in his maneuvers as he seemed to think his importance warranted, he likened the town to Sodom and Gomorrah, and kept repeating it ina loud roar, ‘The news got norated pretty much all over this part of the siate, and people who lean toward a lively village have been dropping in ever since.” town seems for a long { Drown by Caccewr Surew | SOLE PROOF | GRANDMAS | COUGH | DROPS Way tHe Bii-Poster Was Firep “He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not" The Railroads—Gee, they are pulling us to pieces to find out whether Uncle Sam loves them Her Sense of Humor \ woman invariably gets off a trolley car backward She generally gets off a joke the same way Hokus Pokus Of Course “What are Hoover's theologiew predilections?” “He's a ration-alist, of course.” Tue Smoke ScrREEN Ii can be used to great advantage in getting away from the spced cop. comicbooks.com