Judge, 1922-06-10 · page 27 of 36
Judge — June 10, 1922 — page 27: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains multiple brief humorous anecdotes typical of early 20th-century Judge magazine, rather than political cartoons. The main illustrated story depicts a Native American narrative ("Woksis" and "Moqua") explaining the origin of maple sugar—a wife accidentally creates it while trying to salvage burnt moose meat using maple sap, delighting her husband. This reflects the era's use of Indigenous peoples as exotic subjects for lighthearted folklore. The other items are short jokes from various sources addressing relatable frustrations: a labor-saving device that requires too much work to sell; overcrowded London Underground; a small-town sheriff creating crime problems by investigating old gossip; and various domestic humor about horses, children's ages, and gardening. The page's humor relies on wordplay, irony, and everyday middle-class anxieties—crowded transit, domestic mishaps, awkward social situations—rather than pointed political satire. The recurring theme is incompetence or unintended consequences.
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Woksis, mighty hunter, instructs Moqua, his squaw, to have boiled moose meat dinner ready when he re- turns. She, working on moccasins, neglects cooking; pot capsizes and meat is burned. Husband, about due; no time to melt more snow to cook other meat; terror seizes her. In her distress she bethinks her of great maple behind wigwam, tapped merely for pleasant drink; “sweet water” therefrom may help in cooking moose meat for Woksis, mighty hunter, fierce husband. ‘Tis done; pot replaced on fire. Soon, too soon, she hears him coming. Fearing his rage, she hides in the bush. Woksis arrives; she ex- pects a roar, but there is none. Strange! Timidly she ventures forth. Behold Woksis, mighty hunter, hav- ing time of his life. He has gorged contents of pot, then broken it, and is licking the last vestige of the spoiled cookery from the shards. She ven- tures closer. He sees her, also seizes her. Oh, woman of women! Did’st thou conceive this marvelous cookery, or has Klose-Kur-Beh been thy in- structor? Let me embrace thee.” And upon his lips she tasted the first maple sugar.—Boston Transcript. “Why did you quit going around with that labor-saving device?” “Had to work too hard trying to sell it."—Miami Herald. ‘ Pe Ne “iia “Look! A bridal couple in the car- riage, and also a bride on the box seat!” “Yes. It happens that the driver is also going to be married.”"—Meg- gendorfer Blaetter (Munich). Student—I should like permission to go riding with my brother. Warden (quickly)—And how long have you known him? “About two weeks.”—Vassar Miscel- lany News. THE REASON Country Visitor—Is the Underground always as crowded as this? Londoner—Oh, no. “T understand there has been a crime wave in Crimson Gulch.” “Nothing of the kind!” protested Cactus Joe. “Our beautiful an’ grow- in’ city has suffered in reputation simply because our new sheriff got restless an’ started diggin’ up a lot 0’ gossip that nobody has been payin’ attention to for years.”—Washington Star. A man who wanted a horse for gen- eral use explained to a dealer that he wished to buy a nice, quiet, good-look- ing animal that could be driven by his wife, that would not object to being hitched to a lawn mower. After listen- ing for some moments, the dealer final- ly inquired: “And would you like him to wait on the table, sir?”—Hiawatha World. Conductor—Pardon me, madam, but your girl seems more than twelve. Her Mother—Conductor! Would you take me to be the mother of a girl that age? “Lady, don’t tell me you're her grandmother!"—Sydney Bulletin. “You haven't much space for a gar- den here, old man.” “T have all I need. You've no idea how much backache you can get out of a few square feet of ground.”"—New The reason it’s so jammed just now is because people are going home early to avoid the rush!—Passing Show (London). comicbooks.com