Judge, 1887-02-12 · page 4 of 16
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This page from the satirical magazine *Judge* contains two main elements: **Upper cartoon ("Hum of the Court"):** Depicts rural country relatives invited to dinner by their wealthy city cousin. The humor plays on class contrast—the unsophisticated guest (Ezry) is overwhelmed by multiple courses and whispers to loosen his vest, while his wife suggests they'll need to "get even" by reciprocating hospitality. This satirizes the awkward social dynamics between rural and urban Americans during the Gilded Age. **Lower cartoon ("Suffering for Fashion"):** Shows a woman in bed shivering, regretting that her sister cut up blankets for fashionable toboggan suits (winter clothing). The satire mocks the era's obsession with fashion at the expense of practical comfort and household necessities. The scattered commentary between sections contains typical *Judge* humor—brief satirical jabs at public figures, social pretensions, and contemporary events. The overall tone reflects late-19th-century American class consciousness and gender-based humor.
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has invited her country relatives to dinner, in acknorledgment of courtesies shown country visit the summer before. Tle (after the sixth course)—** I'm blowed if T can eat another mossel 1" Sur (nudging him under the table, and ina whisper)—" Onbutton yer vest, Ezry, chance we'll hev ter git even with um fer another year.” nring « to we) It’s tly only j Dana, “It wasn't more'n ten_years after the horse disappeared that H. W. B. made his ap- Mui of the Court. The divorced man doesn’t resemble the hon- est shoemaker—he rarely sticks to his last, Mr. Brick Pomeroy discusses mugwump re- form at considerable length. Now there is no such thing. Mr. Sulliv: expe is doing as well as might be ed, but nevertheless he is nervous and extremely wristless, This little poem is supposed to be uous on the battlements of heaven—' Me nn must not come in,” Oil and Gas” is the appropriate heading | toan article in the Oil City Blizzard; but the gas has rather the best of it. The Philadelphia preachers are down on the ballet too; but they ane so dread.ully expe- rienced that they may be captious tothe extent of peevishness. The queen of Japan has 721 diamonds, and | has recently offered to swap every one of them for two hours of the sweet diplomacy of Thomas C. Platt. “You play on the harp f her little hostess, Jojo.“ Ne reply, after a moment of se play on the block.” inquired Jessie of It was charged a; st Mr. Beecher that he stole a horse. It fterward shown that he | wasn't born when the stealing done. “But Mr. Beecher can’t get out of it by such a hollow subterfuge as that!” shrieked Mr. toboggan suits. pearance, and there is no doubt whatever that he hired the thief. A contemporary says the hanging of Clave. rius was botch-work, lasting sixteen minutes, It is very shocking; but, after all, the man got there just the same. A western paper asks, “Does hanging pre. vent murder ¢” Well, if anybody knows of 4 man thus punished who did a second murder Jet him step right to the front. Mr. Washington's first remark on entering this weary world was character and firm, “Kill,” said Mr. W “kill the first man who revives that cherry. tree story.” . A line in Mr, Lowell's last. poem reads, “Whence? Whither? Wherefore? How! Which ¢ Why?” It will be remembered that the Jupoe expressed this opinion some twelve months ago. The strangest thing is the continuou of Victoria Woodhull from European polities, We had supposed she would long ere this an nounce herself as the only legitimate succes sor of Victoria the queen. There isa man in Pennsylvania who hasn't had a letter in ten years, but who appears at the post-office window every half hour and inquires for one with the utmost anxiety. The postmaster is not a person of that sex. Beware of pugilists and burglars, but ereet batteries aguinst the professional detective. For it is not all of his profession to be a sneak —he frequently finds it advisable to fire in the open air and with real gunpowder. It pains us exceedingly to suspect the inflex ibility of the honesty of the editor of the Mou- tana Herald ; but how did it happen that the last man hanged for horse-stealing bore such an extraordinary facial resemblance to that excellent gentleman, and why is it that his office-boy has edited his paper ever since thy t SUFFERING FOR FASHION. RO “Whew! I tell you what, it’s cold! I wish Sister Mary hadn't cut up all the blankets for