Judge, 1887-02-05 · page 10 of 16
Judge — February 5, 1887 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several humorous anecdotes mocking Victorian-era assumptions about women's capabilities and behavior. The main cartoon illustrates a story about a farmer (Hobuck) who instructs his wife Jane to whistle as a burglar alarm. When actual burglars break in, Mrs. Hobuck attempts to whistle but produces an ear-splitting, horrifying shriek instead—so loud it frightens the burglars unconscious and sends her husband fleeing. The satire targets the absurd expectation that an untrained woman could execute a critical task, and mocks both her panic and the ridiculous solution itself. The section "Again—What Can Woman Do?" sarcastically questions women's practical abilities, using this failed whistle-alarm as evidence of their incompetence. The article also includes brief satirical commentary on other social issues and includes a tribute poem from Ireland praising Judge's humor. The overall tone ridicules both foolish male assumptions about women and women's supposed inability to handle emergencies—typical 19th-century American magazine humor.
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Mapes A swell affair. incident in point occurs to us. | diana shortly after the war. and his wife. The lady was very much shocked when she found out about it. Butnot somuch as the nude man. Because he is dead. It was a combination of unfortuitous circu and this, gentlemen of the jury stantial evidence. AGAIN—WHAT CAN WOMAN 007 Then there is woman’s ability to whistle. An It was in In- A Mr. Hobuck,a farmer living near Versailles, apprehended a visit from certain burglars who had cast long: ing eyes upon a Waterbury watch which Mr. Hobuck had won through a subscription for a Chicago newspaper. Along about nine o'clock in the evening Mr. Hobuck said to his wife, ‘Jane, I shall go out to take ca the stock. I think the boys won't appear for several hours, but if they are pt ure all you have to do is to whistle. It had not occurred to Mr. Hobuck that the lady had never tried the to whistle, and she was oblivious of the fact herself. But, however that may be, no sooner —|had Mr. Hobuck got in the barn than the bur- tdge’s Charge. IT WILL NOT DO. The Oshkosh Times wants too marry Gail glars burst into the kitchen through the chim- ney thereof, and frightened Mrs. Hobuck half to death. “Give us that Waterbury!” they shrieked. Mrs. Hobuck suddenly bethought herself of the signal and puckered her lips. | desired effect. The lady turned pale and | clenched her fingers till she drew blood. Still | she kept her lips in position for the signal, but she was greatly agitated. “Come!” said the leading burglar fiercely, At that moment there emerged, apparently from the backs of her ears and extending hori- zontally as far as the window, then breaking into innumerable fragments, each attended by exclamations of fright, the most appalling sounds that ever emerged from a human re- ceptacle. It struck the burglars dead, and the lady, more astounded than any of them, ex- claimed with horror, ‘‘Good heavens! was that me?” The farmer heard, and, merely pausi soothe his trembling cattle, fled with aff: to the house. “Did you get the signal?” cried Mrs. Ho- buck, falling over one of the burglars in a dead faint. “Tshould so say z to nt destruction, he a 8, “She's lost ason and left all these funerals on my ‘ht better have let ‘em take the REFLECTIONS OF A TR MP. | Lam not very strong, but I've often held up Hamilton to a southern bri r. The court | “What! silence?” remarked the burglars | a coach, objects. There must be no revival of the civil | i “That won't do, old conflict which devastated so many homes. HE PRO.ESTS TOO MUCH. “ Blaming itall on God is a little tough,” says the editor of the Oil City Blizzard. It is very much too tough, young man; and you hadn't better moralize until. you get the feathers out of your whiskers. HE CAN GO RIGHT IN. It is believed that when P. T. Barnum dies he won't scrunch himself up and go to St. with an infantile expression of counte- i Shildren haif will remark affably and Nice day. Full house? B'long to the profession.” APPRECIATION. The court takes charge of the following, which comes to the JupaE on black-bordered paper from Cork, Ireland. The tribute is un- doubtedly heart-felt, however one may dispute the othodoxy of the closing line: A Tritute to The Olt Professor’ Judge, January 8, 18. Igive thee thanks, O Strauss! for thou hast brought Smiles to my being, though in tears they rose; And truer, kindlier feeling hast thou taught ‘Than Jeremias with bis myriad woes, on reading Xmas ‘The tear that falls is one of happiness I give thee thanks that thou has shown me here How laughter hath a mightier power to bless Than all religion teaches us revere. Cork, January 10, 184, THE DANGER OF IT. An Atlanta dispatch tells of a nude man who recently made his appearance on a neighbor's door-step, coming from the interior of the house thereof, bearing a broken skull and followed by a bullet. We have not space for the entire details. The fact that a man runs when he is nude is not, however, surprising. | Who wouldn't? But there is this curious circum: stance—the garments of the man were found on a chair inside, in the very apartment that the treasure or we'll take your In the eyes of the world there isn’t much The threat seemed for a moment to have the | difference between a tramp and a crow, HIGH LATITUDE. LaNDscaPE aRTIsT—‘‘ What on earth are you doing in here with that nautical instrument, Fogbank?* MaRINE-antist FooBANK (formerly connected with the navy)— Taking the bearings of my 1 should have been sacred to the pursuing party ing; highest latitude I ever reached with any canvas , never so far north of the line in all my lif