Judge, 1920-11-20 · page 19 of 32
Judge — November 20, 1920 — page 19: what you’re looking at
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This page collects brief humorous anecdotes mocking professional incompetence and human folly across different fields. **"Irrepressible Senility"** and **"Sauce for the Gander"** both ridicule courtroom absurdity: an Irish witness is dismissed for answering reasonably ("I heard it"), then the judge himself laughs and commits the very contempt he punished the witness for—hypocrisy exposed. **"Doctors"** section mocks medical pretension: two quarreling physicians ignore their dying patient to argue, one threatening to prove his case "at the post-mortem." Another doctor's handsomeness interferes with practice (patients' pulse rates spike). A third learns that wealthy patients need medical jargon and repeated visits to justify fees—satire of doctors prioritizing profit over health. **"Not for a Centaur Two"** jokes about a woman whose husband is such an accomplished rider he's indistinguishable from his horse—a visual pun about merging identities through obsessive skill. The cartoons target professional vanity, legal incompetence, and social pretense typical of early-20th-century American satire.
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Irrepressible Senility for the Gander—During a in a Western court an Lrish witness was called upon to give his testimony “Did you sce the shot fired?’’ first question put to him. “No, sir, but [ heard it.” “That is not satisfactory. step down.”” As the Irishman turned to go, he laughed out loud. Whereupon he was rebuked by the court and told that he was in contempt. was the You will Go away! You're a perrecr idmirer—llow vou PLATTER ME, It's THE FIRST TIME ANYONE HAS PERE Le Rire (Paris) It Cured the Patient hn Jims was very ill, He called in a doctor, who hemmed and hawed, and called in a second doctor. Then while John Jimson listened the two quarreled about his case. “You're wrong, id Doctor No. 1 “['m right,” retorted Doctor No. “You're wrong.” Doctor No. 1 Here the patient gave a groan and brought the medical men to a realization of the needs of the moment. But Doctor No. 2 couldn't resist a last swipe. “Go your own way,” said he, “but I prove I’m right at the post-mortem.” — The Argonaut. repeated Not Anti-Febrile—*‘ tor is very handsome. “Yes, and that is causing him difficul ties in the practice of his profession. When he takes a girl's pulse it is apt to go away above normal.” —Louis Journal. ‘he young doc- Courier- Building Up a Practice—* My boy,” said the elderly physician, “I’m afraid you will never get rich in the profession.” | “Why not?” asked the young doctor. “You told one of the richest women in | town her complaints were imaginary.” And so they ar | “To be sure, but you should have told her so in medical terms she couldn't understand and put her down for at least “MY HUSBAND IS A FINE RIDER. worse? | two visits a week.” —Birmingham Ag uy ] Herald. Lustig Blactter (Berlin). 19 Doesn’T He LOOK AS IF He HAD GROWN UP WITH THe Did your Honor sce me laugh?” ques- ed the witness, respectfully, No, but [ heard you.’ “Excuse me, your Honor, but that is not satisfactory.”” Then the court did not seck to re strain its own laughter.— Harper's Mag azine An Echo from the Courts—Plain tiffs Counsel—Y our honor, unfortunately in this case Iam opposed by the most Defendant's friend is such a perverter— Counse My | learned Judge—Will counsel kindly their remarks to such matters as are in dispute?—New York Globe confine Not for a Centaur Two S—ONE CAN'T TELL WHERE THE HORSE ENDS AND WHERE YOUR HUSBAND BEGINS.”