Judge, 1919-12-06 · page 7 of 36
Judge — December 6, 1919 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains three separate satirical pieces typical of early Judge magazine: 1. **"Ye Awful Anachronisme"** (top): A visual joke mocking artistic anachronism. A character complains that an artist has foolishly included telegraph poles in what appears to be a historical or period scene, breaking the historical authenticity. 2. **"How It Was"** (left): A dialect-heavy parody of religious sermon delivery, mocking both a caricatured Black preacher's speech patterns and anxious parental concern. The humor relies on offensive period stereotypes. 3. **"Too Late"** (right): A frontier tall-tale about a child playing with a rattlesnake. The joke celebrates the child's fearlessness and quick action in killing the snake—celebrating frontier toughness and independence as virtuous traits. The page reflects Judge's style: visual gags, ethnic/racial caricature, and exaggerated Americana humor typical of late 19th/early 20th-century American satirical magazines. Much of this content would be considered offensive by modern standards.
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dl Drawn by J. Conacitrn “A Right Merry Yuletide to thee, Squire! morning?” “Odzooks! Master Peabody, this be no time for Christmas Number prank: axe. This zany of an artist fellow hath put telegraph poles into the picture. How It Was “BRUDDREN and sistahs, dar was woe in de Psa'mist’s house dat day!” solemnly said good old Parson Bagster, in the course of a recent Sabbath morning's ser- mon. Whenever the Parson ejacu- lates certain words his congrega- tion rouses from slumber, and “woe” always has a magic that awakens. “Yes, bruddren and sis- tahs, dar was pow’ful trouble in de Psa’mist’s house, uh-kaze why: His son was done took wid a gropin’ pain dat made it needes- sary for de doctors to operate. And de Psa'mist was skeered. He was good and skeered. And he dess walked de flo’ in miz’ry, brud- dren and sistahs, and ‘jaculated continual, ‘Oh, Abdomen! Ab- domen! Muh son’s abdomen!’” Ye AWFUL ANARCHRONISME What think ye my good dame Patience gave me for a Present this brave pleasaunces. Haste thee home and get thy Drawn by A. B. Watxrn “Oh, go on! I don't believe in you any more.” “Going back on an old friend? Think of the many happy Christmasses I have given you. Too Late “WHEN I got home from town tuther day,” related Gap Johnson, of Rumpus Ridge, Ark., “I found my baby, Rowdy, setting on the ground under a tree amus- ing himself. I noticed he was playing with something, but didn’t pay much attention till I got up close. And then I seed it was a rattlesnake, anyhow two feet and a half long. I yelled and gave a jump, but it was too late. Rowd was a lot quicker’n his dad, and have great hopes of a kid of his nerve and originality. Before I could get to him the little cuss had grabbed the unfortunate reptile the tail, swung it through the air with a joyful yell and smashed its head ag’in the tree.” 12-619 comichooks.couu)