Judge, 1928-09-01 · page 33 of 36
Judge — September 1, 1928 — page 33: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains a serialized humorous short story ("Uncle Harvey's One-Man One-Horse Shay Top") about an elderly man's comical struggles harnessing and managing a stubborn mare named Finley. The humor derives from Uncle Harvey's incompetence with basic tasks—putting the horse on "wrong end entirely," not knowing proper equipment names—and his overly sentimental nature, fearing he'll hurt the horse's mouth despite her indifference to his pulling. The page also includes a Wrigley's spearmint gum advertisement featuring a romanticized boating scene, and several brief joke exchanges about inheritance and workplace longevity. A cartoon depicts two merchants competing over whose employee has aged more dramatically in service—one's bookkeeper "gone brown, blonde and Titian red"—suggesting either dye jobs or the physical toll of long employment. The overall tone reflects early 20th-century magazine humor: gentle, domestic comedy mixed with advertising.
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| | —_—_—_———————| \ GSVORF STORIES A SHOT IN THE NIGHT | “Here's How!" | Uncle Harvey’s One-Man One-Horse Shay Top | (Continued from page 14) jokingly termed it, he had to har- ness up, and he hated to harness up and couldn't do it very well besides, and he couldn't seem to get started without a hitch, Once he put Finley, the mare, on the wrong end entirely, and then the buggy certainly did have its draw- backs, ha, ha, ha. The worst | problem of all was getting the | strap that went around Finley's waist tight enough (Uncle Har- vey said he didn’t know the name of it, but it certainly was no cinch), Then Finley herself was hard manage at tit she wouldn't let Uncle Harvey put the bridle on, and when she got to going real fast, sometimes, it was also difficult to halter. No mat- ter how mad he gets, you know, Uncle I is really very tender-he: » and he was al- ways afraid of hurting her mouth, pulling so, but she never seemed to mind a bit. A bit—a bit, (Just practising again—don't pay any attention.) Well, this is all for this we and probat member tha k , plenty, but just re- a rolling bird gath- crs no worms, and be on hand bright and carly next Thursday for the surprises. (To be continued.—Ep.) —Jaguita, The Lawyer—So your aunt has left you a thousand pounds. What are you going to do with it? Bright Youth—I'm going to do nothing with it. —Answens Tt must be admitted that most men owe a lot to the i Rest, relaxation, recreation, —WRIGLEY’S! Just the touch of refreshment and lasting good taste that makes any outing perfect. gone grey in my service. Secoxn Mencuant—That’s nothing, old lad. there has gone brown, blonde and Titian red in my service. Passina Siow Miss Smith ~ comicbooks.com