Judge, 1923-11-03 · page 3 of 36
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# Judge Magazine - October 31, 1923 This page contains humor pieces rather than political cartoons. The main content includes: **"Pierre and Teenom"** by David H. Lexington—a brief comedic dialogue about a man named Pierre who's been ordered by his doctor to remove his appendix. The humor revolves around Pierre's concern that without his appendix, he won't know how to keep his pants up. This plays on outdated folk beliefs about the appendix's function. **"Young Husband"** section—a short poem mocking a newly married man upset that his wife won't stop swallowing her biscuit while he's speaking, finding her action more hurtful than her words. **"November"** poem by Edgar Possum Kenner—seasonal verse about autumn imagery. The cartoons are largely illustrative accompaniment to these humorous pieces rather than topical satire.
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C 7 (\oct 31 1923 UDGE- WITH WHICH IS COMBINED LESLIE’S WEEKLY An off-side play. The secretof the Wandering Jew is out at last: He was looking for a place to park. “And you’d love me just the same if I hadn't a cent; wouldn’t you, dear?” “Don’t be foolish, darling! You know, money is nothing to me. But I hope you’ve been telling me the truth about your prospects, for I never could condone false- hood!” Pierre and Teenom by David H.. Levingston T No have been felt bad in the middle a long, long time. So, the next time he pass himself to town he talk wid the doctor. When the doctor have finish his exam’ wid Teenom, that Louisiana Cajun wrinkle his face up and say, “Doggone!” Then he hurry up fast home. “What the doctor tell you to do?” Pierre ax Teenom. “My goodness!” say Teenom, “that doctor tell me I must do away wid my appendix You have decide to do Pierre ax. h, bien, Pierre!” say Teenom, almost -y, “if I don’t wear no appendix no more, how am I going to keep my pants up?” sae “Do you believe that old proverb ‘early to bed and carly i healthy, wealth ed Mr. Knicker of his an- ent comrade, Mr. Bocker Well,” veplied Mr. Bo “T dare say it makes a man w enough to discontinue the prac tice after the first few wee tae that, eh?” Crauford—How is it Duffer is so popular on the links when he’s such a poor player? Crabshaw—You see he’s always willing to bet on his game. tas Young Husband (attempting to swallow bride’s first biseuit)—Don't cry, dearest, this hurts me more than it does you. Crawford—The growth of motoring must have brightened up the place where you live, Crabshaw—Surest thing you know. We must either climinate the grade crossing or enlarge the hospital. the other day, and now I haven't got _a minute’s peace.” “Why don’t you buy it for her?” “T can’t. It was on another woman.” RR ad November by Edgar Daniel Kramer Novennen is a jolly month: 1N © Pumpkins fat and yellow Drowse amid the shocks of corn, Winking at a fellow; Hickory nuts are falling down, When the wild wind passes, And the rabbits scurry fast Through the withered grasses. November is a jolly month; Over hill and hollow, Lo! the fairies of the frost Call on us to follow; Through the yard the turkey struts In his pride of living, While I look at him and dream Of the glad Thanksgiving.