Judge, 1923-12-08 · page 12 of 36
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# Page 10 of Judge Magazine This page contains three separate satirical pieces: **"His First Deer"** presents a hunting story where a novice hunter claims to have killed a deer—but admits he *missed* it. The joke: the buck supposedly died from fright at the loud noise of his rifle shot rather than from being hit. The satire mocks incompetent hunters who make excuses, and the absurdity of attributing an animal's death to acoustic shock rather than marksmanship. **"The Motor Muse"** is a light poem about a chauffeur infatuated with his passenger, who sarcastically notes that despite believing himself a poet, he's "only her chauffeur." The satire gently mocks working-class men who romanticize above their station. **The bottom section** contains brief humorous dialogues about trivial domestic matters—guest towels, school attendance, and prehistoric times—typical of Judge's lighthearted filler content poking fun at ordinary people's simple misunderstandings and perspectives.
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mad poly Hlis First Deer by William Sanford "G T ANY deer on your hunting trip, old) man?” asked Brown of | his friend Perkins, who had been in Maine on his maiden expedition for big bucks. “One!” replied Perkins, but his voice lacked enthu: “Tell me all about it,” insisted Brown, who was considerably surprised that his friend should have such good luck on a first trip. “Well.” answered Perkins, “it was like this. I think the buck must have been ews Res, SF Goes RS BE AES. Just his luck! deaf anyway the guide and myself got within thirty feet of him, and then I fired my old 45.70 Springfield which sounds a cannon. ‘The buck dropped at the report and didn't move a muscle again. We examined him all ov there wasn’t a mark—I missed him the guide said he probably had ¢ heart and died from the terrific noise!” wae The Motor Muse by Lucia Trent Sue RIDES with me at evening-tide, ‘J In robes of silk and pearl, Who ever a lovelier, A more entrancing girl? There's sun and laughter in her eyes every heart must stir, hink Fam a poet, Tm only her chauffeur! And you'd do the same. Elsie go to a chiro- has no backbone.” ttt “She Higgs (reading the advertisements) Say, what's a guest towel? Biggs—A clean towel. “T want to be the first to wish you a merry Christmas.” tts Small Boy—Gee! 1 wish Td lived in prehistoric times! Small Sister—-What for? “That's just like a girl! What for? So T wouldn't have had to learn history, of course.” Perl Kind Old Lady to go to school? Georgie—No'm, but T just love to come home. George. do you like comicbooks.com