Judge, 1882-01-14 · page 11 of 16
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This page from *Judge* magazine presents six cartoon costume suggestions for fancy-dress parties, accompanied by humorous anecdotes. The top row features: a cherub labeled "Cupid," a thin woman as "Hercules," and a man as "a jolly Jack Tar" (sailor). The bottom row shows a man as "Thunder Jonathan," a large woman as "Cinderella," and a thin figure as an unspecified character. The satire works through ironic mismatching—suggesting costumes hilariously unsuited to the wearer's appearance (thin people as strongmen, heavy people as delicate fairy-tale figures). This was typical Victorian-era visual humor. The accompanying text contains unrelated anecdotes about social mishaps: a man falling into a coal-hole, marital discord over late-night "calling" (social visiting), and confusion over shipping a Mexican burro mislabeled as a "bureau." The humor relies on puns, misunderstandings, and period-specific social customs now largely obsolete.
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THE FANCY-DRESS CHARACTERS WHICH SOME OF OUR FRIENDS THINK PARTICULARLY ADAPTED TO T! THE JUDGE. Bang, what are you doing down ed one man of another, who had len upon a coal-hole cover. “Tam getting up,” cheerfully replied Bang, and then ke added: “Yes, by thunder, 1 am | getting up on my ear, and I'll sue the man whoowns this man-bouncer if I have to do the same fall again to show a jury how it happened,” and he limped away towards a lawyer shop. Tur introduction of electric lights has already done one good thing for the public. It has somehow convinced the gas companies | that they can furnish gas for less than one. | half of the price heretofore charged, and then make money. Talk about the light of reason, it isn’t anywhere beside the electric light. That never convinced these gassy monopolists that .hey were swindling the pub- lic, but the near approach of the electric reign really does. “Mr, Jonsoy, I am ashamed of you. “So be 1,” meekly replied the husband, who did not return until the morning of the third. | “Do you pretend to tell me that you have been ‘calling’ all night, and that you have just got through?” “Yes, my dear, That last call was the worst I ever made. ‘They insisted upon it that I should stay all night.” “And a pretty place it must have been.” No, not very pretty. The rooms were whitewashed.” “Indeed! Where was it, I'd like to jon-house, my dear.” 'LEMEN wno ‘‘ kick" at the “cart wheel” hats worn to the theater by ladies had ought to be consistent enough to take their ‘‘cloves” with them when they attend places of amuse- ment, i his little brother in St. Louis Mr. Starkweather as ‘a jolly Jack Tar.” For pure lazzaroni cussedness commend us to the average Italian A yousG man living in Leadville shipped to as a Christmas present, a choice donkey of the diminutive species known as the Mexican burro, The agent, in making ont his manifest, concluded that,‘ burro” and reported accordingly to his superior, ‘one bureau miss- and one jackass over.” THANK goodness the holidays are over and are a memory, Not pleasant in many in- stances cither, THE JUDGE fancies, but by this time the swelling has gone out of sundry heads, and their owners have got down to business again. Tuere was a large delegation of the fair sex out calling last Tues The most of them wore hogs, but they were not so loud as those of the male callers of the day before. comicbooks.com