Judge — April 24, 1920 — page 8: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Drawn by Sprinc Brossoms Strikes and Catfish By Evcar Maviiw Bacox “ ELLO, Gabe. What you doing H “T ’low as how I’m a fishinin’, “Out on strike?” “Naw suh, I ain’ strikin’ none; I don’ need fo’ ter strike, case I bin got struck. “What's the big idea?” “Dunno, suh. Ony t’ s all dis strikin’ business look like it mighty fun I cn reckermember long time ergo when a man didn’ wanter wuk he didn’ wuk, lessn_ his wife er his boss cotched him fo’ he cud git hisse’f foot-loose. Many’s de time I is crope out de back do’ an’ nearly got erway when ma wife cotch me an’ put de ax in ma han’. She was a sho ‘nuf strike buster— better dan any dey got nowdays. W’en dat ole ooman o’ mine put dat ax in ma han’ an jes look at me dataway I give in right dar. / Seem lak I wanter wuk.” “Is your wife living “Naw suh. Dat one ain’ livin’ no mo’. She daid. Ef she was a livin’ dey wouldn’ be none o’ dis foolishness roun’ an’ [ woaldn’ be a fishinin’, Dat was a oomar Boss! She sho’ could cook. *twant nothin’ ’cep’n’ ony po’k an’ pone, it sho tasted good. De wife I got now ain’ nothin’ ’tall. Is you eveh seen her? Well, I’m a tellin’ you she de triflin’ist, mos’ wuthless yaller coon gal dat evah Boss.” 4 Drawn by R.B. Fetiew home when he di the spring clean Jones, who has a half-holiday, was almost vered his wife was doing any ole fool yot stuck wid. No suh, I ain't shame none ter talk so, cause anybody tell you de same. I done marry dat gal ‘cause she gota smilin’ face what been got edificated in de high school. An’ Lis sho got stuck. Dat gal don’ know *nuf ter open a can o’ beans, ner ter bile a egg. “Bout dis strikin’ busi- Yassuh, I is comin’ to dat. Fus ting w’at struck me wuz de He’s de on- reasonables’ man you eveh see. He go’n cuss me out an’ fire me good, fer nothin’ tall suh. It jes like I tellin’ you. I has to turn on de water fum de fawcet ter clean out de ink stan’s. I is done dat all right, but de boss he ain’t satisfy. He mad ‘cause I done fergot to turn off de water wen I is t'roo. De water ran all ovah de flo in de night an’ ruinate w’atever underneath, ‘sides dat de winder was open w’at I done fergot ter shet, an de boss papers w’at he done lef on he desk blow down in de water an’ spile. So dis mo’nin’ he struck like he goin’ kill dis nigger, an’ fer’s I c’n see he’s agoin’ ter stay struck. “De beatinis’ ting dat happen come nex’ on de lis’. De ole mule struck. Lawsee, Boss; dat animal gone plum crazy and struck de han’ w’at feed him. Least- wise I ain’ fed him yet, an’ I don’ feed dat end nohow, but I was gi’n him de incouragement o’ rattlin’ de feed box at him an’ was goin’ reun’ de yuther end to feed him, w’en—Bim! hedone struck me like he wuz a bulchy- fist er one them doubleyou doubleyou double fellers. “Ma ooman bin readin’ ‘bout dese longshomen an’ printin’ gemmen an’ all de re’ 0’ desever folks wats strikin’ bout now, -n’ she done made her mine she gu'n’ strike fer symp’th he sholy is a gret symp’thiser. She fus’ off got me dataway. Den she took ter symp’- thisin’ wid de pahson so ve'’y famil- urous like dat I tole him I’d bus’ his haid ef he come roun’ ma shack agen. Now she wan’ symp’thise wid deseyer strikers, an’ she so full ~34sF° o” symp’thy dis time she plum ~— @ refuse ter cook fer me any mo’. Pear like she wus’ dan de time she symp’thise wid de pahson.” “What are you going to do about it?” “Lawsee, Boss, I done it. I lock her out. Den I go a fishinin’.”” ness? boss. The Winner “How did your contest for the most popular umpire turn out?” “One umpire got two votes.” comicbooks.com