Judge, 1921-12-03 · page 33 of 36
Judge — December 3, 1921 — page 33: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains multiple short humorous pieces typical of early-20th-century satirical magazines: **"An Overdose"** mocks medical student incompetence—a student gives wildly wrong dosages of croton oil (a powerful laxative), killing an imaginary patient within twelve minutes. The humor relies on the professor's dry observation of this fatal error. **"A Tragedy of Saturday Night"** uses sequential cartoon panels showing a man progressively drowning in a bathtub, apparently depicting weekend drinking culture and its consequences. **Other pieces** include gentle domestic humor ("Light Housekeeping," "Going Too Far") and social commentary. "The Tyrant" uses period-inappropriate racial dialect to joke about marital dynamics. "Ever Try It?" satirizes crowded subway conditions and commuter behavior. The page is heavily advertising-laden, promoting Piso's cough syrup and stammering treatments—products common to this era. Overall, the content reflects early-1900s American humor: medical mishaps, domestic situations, and urban modern life, with racial caricature considered acceptable comedy.
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An Overdose A professor in a medical school asked a student: “What is a dose of croton oil?” The student replied: “A teaspoon- ful.” The professor said nothing but looked at his watch. The work of the class went on. Some minutes later the student who had replied at- tracted the professor's attention and exclaimed: “Oh, Professor, I made an error. A dose of croton oil is one drop.” The professor quietly looked at his watch and drily remarked: “Yes, and your patient has been deid just twelve minutes.” Ominous “I fear the repairs are going to run up on your car.” Why so?” “I was at the shop and they had two men working on it.” “Two men? “Both expert bookkeepers.” Another If If wishes were horses, every normal human would be a walking livery stable. A Tragedy of Saturday Night Hilirmans Jleal Blin Bo Light Housekeeping “But, Charles, what will we do if the landlord refuses to give us a lease?” “Oh, we have a kitchen cabinet and a portable garage. We'll get along.” Yea, Boes! By BATTELL LOOMIS *PHES pose In rows In pews, In rues. Who goes, He know: Are wise, Their ways Their shoes Amuse; Get t Amiss, And those, Your praise: While these Who rise To please The shes, Outcries Shall raise For days and days. So Don’t become an aviator, cagey be, my boy— Or some your life an empty joy. Ellen | soon will make | Going Too Far Alice—Gladys is a queer girl. Virginia—How's that? “She told George he might kiss her if he could catch her.” “Well?” “She really ran!” Lever Try It) “Is the Subway always as crowded as this?” asked the out-of-town visitor. “Oh, no,” said the New Yorker. “The reason it is so jammed just now is because a lot of people are going home early to avoid the rush.” The Tyrant Rastus — Who-all’s_ boss in yoah home? Finney—Boss? Boss? Why, nig- gah, Ah makes mah wife do evahthing she wants to! Insist / Insist! Insist! on it by ner PISO'S SAFE AND SANE for Coughs and Colds This syrup is different from all others. Pleasant —gives quick relief. Contains ‘no opiates—good for young and old. 35¢ per bottle everywhere | | \“STAMMERING! fs @use and Gre »* Send 10