Judge, 1887-12-10 · page 6 of 16
Judge — December 10, 1887 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains multiple satirical pieces typical of late 19th-century American humor: **"Dot Social Anarchist"** (top): A stereotypical German immigrant, rendered in thick dialect, ironically lectures about proper social conduct while describing anarchist violence—"Yunk man I vill tell you vy I shmashed out on der fly." The satire mocks both working-class immigrants and anarchist movements, conflating them. **"The Way in Chicago"** contrasts Boston and Chicago girls' domesticity preferences—light social satire. **"A Foine Argument"** presents an Irish Catholic character (Patsy O'Flannigan, dialect evident) defending swearing to a clergyman. The humor derives from ethnic Irish stereotyping and religious hypocrisy. **Minor pieces** include jokes about music quality, church attendance, and stock speculation schemes. The dominant satire targets immigrant groups—Germans and Irish—through heavy dialect caricature, a common Judge editorial approach reflecting contemporary nativist attitudes and class anxieties about working-class radicalism and "foreign" influence on American society.
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