Judge, 1884-03-08 · page 4 of 16
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# "The Judge" Page Analysis This page contains two distinct satirical pieces: **"The Judge" (main narrative):** A social commentary on class pretension and politeness. A poorly-dressed woman with a satchel repeatedly refuses cab rides, boasting that gentlemen would gladly carry her belongings without charge—yet when a polite gentleman obliges and leaves to retrieve his umbrella, he never returns, abandoning her. The satire mocks her self-importance and exposes the gap between professed gentility and actual behavior. Her insistence on being treated as a "literary woman" worthy of unpaid service becomes the joke when she's left stranded. **"Colored Revival" (right column):** A religious revival hymn, likely satirizing Black Protestant revival meetings through stereotypical dialect ("Gab'reel," "de flamin swo'd"). The verses use exaggerated vernacular speech patterns typical of period racial caricature in American humor magazines. Both pieces reflect *Judge* magazine's era—late 19th/early 20th century—when such content was considered socially acceptable satire, though deeply problematic by modern standards.
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"nee LENOII BRIE. a “If you'll give me the check, I'll get it right away.” “Do you think I’m one of the McFlim- sies that travel with twelve Saratoga trunks, a band-box and satchel? sir; I'm a literary wo with only a cha in this sat blue stocki “In that fore we start.” say “ Whatdo youm him square rge one dollar a mile, vs he. “If you want to go to the Park, to High Bridge, or thereabouts, it will be from six to eight dollars the collect fare before we start when th ba T'rore up in the carriag in my hand, and says ‘snot aman in Gobbletown that ow 4 span of horses and carriage that wouldn't be proud of the honor of carrying me as far as I would go, and never charge me acent, either. Lad: mire politeness, young man, but when it is mingled with selfishness, such as you have exhibited this day, I must go back on the mixture, and decline your proffered services.” With ‘that Istepped out of the carriage. The other young men who stood looking on laughed at him, and he looked rather I walked away with my satchel m. T hadn't gone far before a well dressed gentleman, walking the same way as 1 was going, asked me very politely if he should not carry my satchel. “Is there any charge for it? says 1. THE JUDGE. you seem to be re if you do,” savs ting pretty heavy, and I found te a relief when lie took’ it. he names of all the big build- and seemed to know all At length we came to an immense white marble building, which he said was a dry dls store kept by his uncle. ad left his umbrella there in dif I would wait outside Pp in and get it. He wouldn't gone a minute, I waited, standing first on one foot, then on the other, for my shoes were rather tight and we had walked along distance. At last a gentleman in a blue coat, whom I had seen parading up and down the sidew asked me ‘¢what I was waiting there for “The man who went inside with satchel,” says I. ** This is his uncle’s s and he went in for his umbrell “ How long has he been g man. “* About two hours, as nearas I can judge,” says I. “He has probably forgotte and gone out the other way “ Perhaps he’s got bewildered and lost his said I. my to come back their presence of mind when in possession of other people’s property, and if he had his Whether it was foi s or bewilder- ment I never knew that caused the polite appear so suddenly, One n, | have never laid eyes on chel since. Colored Revival. Sister Sallum please ter pray, glory, glory! ‘Tell dem not ter shout an’ cry But if dey wants ter see de by-m-by, ‘Ter drap der sins an elim’ abo’rd Glory, glory! ‘Tell dem, sister, not ter wait; Glory, glory, glory! But ter start rite off fer de p Glory hallelu’! ‘Tell dem de wo'ld am almos’ done, Case dars spots upon de sun. De las’ ter come hab no re Dey'll be driffen way wid de flamin swo’d; Glory, glory! Ask Gab’reel ter come down he-ah; ; glory! rts as wid a spe-ah; elu’! n wid de great desire, r ’scupe de “ternal fire Soon dey’ll Var der ha’r Case it am too late ter Glory, glory! Ter fill de comicbooks.com