Judge, 1919-09-27 · page 6 of 36
Judge — September 27, 1919 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Page 6 Analysis This page contains three distinct pieces: **Top section**: A humorous story about Jones, a man arrested for drunk and disorderly conduct. The joke pivots on Jones claiming he hasn't been drinking, yet the Judge sentences him to 30 days anyway—the Judge remarking that Jones "didn't look like a drinking man," suggesting his unkempt appearance made him appear guilty regardless. **Left illustration** (by Caesar Smith): Depicts a domestic scene with the caption "Huh! I didn't know he was strong enough to hold sister! Daddy said he was a poor weak fish!" This appears to satirize courtship or engagement, mocking a man's apparent weakness. **Right section**: "The Motor-bus Bo," a humorous poem by Richard Brinsley Glanzer satirizing the arrogance of motor-bus riders who consider themselves superior to pedestrians, treating walking people contemptuously.
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“Scotch, rye or bourbon,” he whispered. Jones made the door on the run. Sitting lawfully alone at a table in his favorite Broadway restaurant that evening Jones ordered a dinner that would have made the W. T. C. U. weep tears of joy. “Anything with your dinner, sir?” asked the waiter. “Yes, coffee,”’ said Jones. “ Coffee, sir? “That’s what I said, coffee.” “In a—er—cup, sir?” “Serve it the way you always serve it,” said Jones, “and don’t ask foolish questions. Coffee in a cup—of cours: Jones sampled what the waiter set before him and groaned. “Brandy!” . * . . * In court next morning a battered and bedraggled prisoner stood before the bar of justice, supported by two policemen. It was Jones. “Have you anything to sa inquired Su That young violinist has recently married. | wonder if geniuses make gc husbands. a eee He—You might ask my wife “Your honor,” he began, “I swear that I have not been drinking—that is, I—I—I mean I— er—didn’t—” “That'll do,” ordered the court. ‘*Thirty days.” As they led Jones away, the Judge turned to the court stenographer. “Too bad, too bad,” he sighed. ‘Same old story. And yet he didn’t look like a drinking man.” The Motor-bus Bo By Ricuaxo Butter Giaenzer FENTHRONED upon a motor-bus, Monarch of all that I survey (Which is the highfalutin’ way Of stating I don’t give a cuss For those that toddle down below); Lolling upon a motor-bus, I think myself some bo. Drown by Bauxsvate Rocuns I am as good as any king, Not to say sultan, kaiser, czar (And even presidents are far From having such an easy fling Or undetected high old time); Yes, I’m as good as any king If I have got a dime. For, as I grin at those who walk, I know the automatic clip Is bound to come and spoil my trip, For the conductor is a hawk— No, worse, a vulture eagle-eyed! Though I look down on those who walk, T have to pay to ride, More Daring Youngsters “T am worried to death about mother. You know she isn’t Drawn by Cauvent Surra very strong, and it’s terribly late.” “Huh!_ I didn’t know he was strong enough to hold sister! “Who is she out with?” Daddy said he was a poor weak fish!” “Grandmother.”