Judge, 1888-04-14 · page 7 of 16
Judge — April 14, 1888 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Judge* contains multiple brief satirical sketches typical of late 19th-century American humor magazines. The top cartoon, "The Circus-Ring Rabbit," depicts a hunter repeatedly missing a rabbit—the joke being the futility of attempting "spiral" shots. Other sketches mock contemporary social pretensions: a mediocre musician pressuring his way into a charity concert; a daughter manipulating her father for a new confirmation dress; a failed joke-teller; a "fearless beau" approaching a female physician only to flee when she makes a double entendre about "lancing dancers." The humor targets class anxiety, gender dynamics, and professional pomposity. A Boston socialite's ignorance of Russian author Tolstoi (confusing the name with food) satirizes pretentious cultural affectation. References to blizzards, the wealthy's leisure (railroad presidents, Pullman porters), and rural life suggest these sketches addressed a broad middle-class readership. The overall tone is gently mocking of social climbing, romantic mishaps, and metropolitan manners.
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JUDGE THE CIRCUS-RING RABBIT; OR, THE SAD EFFECTS OF TRYING TO SHOOT SPIRALLY. * Been out all day an’ ain't seen # thing.” THE CHARITY CONCERT. Bobley (who thinks himself a great cornetist)—""Aw, Mr. Higgins, I'm sure I'd be delighted to help so worthy a an't_ you make a place for me on your programme? Higgins—* Um—let me see. Yes, L guess so. This ente: the deaf and dumb, you know. AN UNANSWERABLE ARGUMENT. Doting parent—“What, my a new gown and outfit for your con- firmation? Won't your last commence: ment dress do well enous! Wheedling daughter (the fa ite—and knows it)—"* Now, papa d How could you think of it? Si pet confirmed in her old habi you wouldn't have your little HARD LUCK. )—"*Here, I've taken this work around Unlucky jokist (sulkils rywhere without success, and you told was in knowing just where to sell.” Gagley—"‘ Sorry, my boy, but 'm afraid that for you the other aalf would b nowing who to sell.” e that half the business PROFESSIONAL. Merrily sounded the strains of the dance, In the ball-room at Bar Harbor, As gaily a fearless young beau ap- proached The fair doctress from Ann Arbor. With confident mien and a manly grace He begged that “she would dance the lancer He fled when with fiendish look in her face She murmured, “I'd rather lance the dancers.” DISASTROUS TO HIS PRACTICE. “That was a good joke on Darn- said one physician to another “Blest “f 1 kin keep that dog bebind th’ muzzle” “Hold on, Bismarck! wait till T crack hi “He couldn't get out to visit his pa- tients during the blizzard.” “Well, but where does the joke come “Why, owing toa lack of atten- tion they all got well.” OVER THERE, Small boy (whose ideas of heaven are not totally disconnected with a full stomach)—"* Papa, will we have three meals a day in the next world?” my son; but we will get our desserts there.” THE WEALTHY ENJOY LIFE. Railroad president (going over the road)—" I didu't you at the lunch-counter, Sam.” Pullman porter—“No, sah; Lhad a right good dinnah at the hotel President (with a sigh)—' Well, I suppose you can afford it better than T can.” . _ A USEFUL OLD FELLOW. Mrs. Griggs— Then you don’t have to rely on the barometer to find out w! there is going to b torm?” Mrs. Briggs—"Oh, dear, no. Grandfather's rheumatic leg is just splendid. I don’t know what we'd do without grandfather.” HAIR HAD GROWN ON IT. Grocer—“* Tom, get out the new maple sugar!” Tom (after hunting some time)— “Here it is, Mr. Smith, but it needs tril ‘J needs trimming?” it's got a beard on it two feet long YUST IMAGINE. “Are you fond of Tolstoi?” asked a Boston girl of a Ch bung man ““Well—er—really now, I can't say. How do you eat it?” “Rabbits ain't much good this time a year, anyhow.” comicbooks.com