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# Judge Magazine Page 167: Satirical Sketches This page contains multiple short humorous sketches typical of Judge magazine's social satire: **"Amateur Archery"** mocks inexperienced archers attempting the sport—a leisure activity for the well-to-do. **"Not Much Encouragement"** satirizes a young graduate's vague business ambitions versus his father's practical skepticism about "air-castles." **"An Indignant Husband"** plays on Irish servant stereotypes (Bridget, Mrs. Masulm's accents) and domestic humor about a housemaid's thoroughness. **"A Presidential Ticket"** critiques hollow political campaigns that rely on candidates' names rather than substantive policy. **"A Question of Taste"** contains racist humor about a Black woman caring for a white child—reflecting period prejudices. **"A Little Elementary Instruction"** depicts class pretension: a waiter affecting expertise about aged Madeira wine. The remaining sketches use dialect humor (German, Jewish, Irish characters) and play on wordplay ("trust/bust," mistaken names). These reflect common Judge satirical tropes: targeting social climbers, incompetence, and ethnic stereotypes now considered offensive.
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AMATEUR ARCHERY. Tascrixneren (she has been doing some good dodging until the last shot)" WC one of ¥ NOT MUCH ENCOURAGEMENT. rater —* Well, Charles, what conclusion have you arrived at in regard to business ?” Griduate—"1 haven't thought of anything serious! made up my mind to be the architect of my own fortun} Pater— Wumph! It scems to me as thou might do better than build air-castles. business.” ather, only | have p, with your education, you Guess Vil put you in the leather © Talking is cheap,” they say; That's not so clear, Just hire a lawyer ‘And you'll find it dear AN INDIGNANT HUSBAND. Mrs “Bridget, my husband says you have been sweeping our room. Bri ating Masulm The land shave us! That Oi should be ackuseded av sooch Mrs, Masulm—*Well, Mr, Mazulm was very indignant this morning. He had to walk with baby last night, and, do you believe it, he didn’t get a Single tack stuck in his foot. Bridget. I'm afraid you have swept that room, A PRESIDENTIAL TICKET. Chaancey and James and other names Prefixe to patronymics great Xow fil the air, while friends declare cach could sweep a doubtful state, sclaim much in a name, Bat campaign plans sometimes lack pith. Torouse this land from mount to strand Let wime ong put up Jones and Smith. A QUESTION OF TASTE. A little girl was walking along the street with her mother; and saticing a negro woman wheeling Boud pas Woman's child 2" “Why.no, I guess not. Why o you ask 2" “Well, if it is hers I think she has dreadful poor taste. Why don't she get a baby to match ?” of ancestors condemn ; im, but pity them. DISLIKED JUMPING INTO SOCIETY. Miss Everio —" Of course you are going to attend our hop to-ni Pardong, mam’zelle ; 1 would cet be afraid to do wizout some, vat you call, practeese!” Jents “Il please take me an’ this fence apart, Id like to change positions with the target. PERHAPS HE ISN’T HANDSOME. “Say, John, do you bel “T should say Idid! posed to me!" ¢ in luck ?” This is leap year and not a single girl has pro- THE AMERICAN VERSION, German professor —*\n the old country one of “If T rest Trust. Voung Mr. Ticker—* Well, we have pretty nearly the same thing here, “EL trust 1 bust’ is our version.” iF comMON proverbs is A LITTLE ELEMENTARY INSTRUCTION, In a restaurant. “Waiter, a bottle of Madeira.” “AML right, sir.” Atte Vaiter, | asked you for a bottle of Madeira ten minutes a he waiter, his napkin under his arm, draws himself with great dignity : “1 see, sir, that you are not a connoy-sheur, sir. 1 made you wait on purpose, sir, for every connoy- sheur knows, sir, the older Madeira is the better it is, sir. an interval, nd remarks ied she. 2 said he; purred she. CONDITIONAL. Jacob Levi, jro—" aba, 1 vants den cents,” Jacob Levi, sr. mine son?” Jacob L puy a tog. Jacob Levi, sr. —" Mine son, I gifs you den cents ofe you vill puy a paseball, Rememper, mine son, a tog eats. “Vat for, 4, jr—" 1 vants to A VERY GOOD REASON INDEED. “Say, Bob, do yer know why de folks calls me Jim?” “Naw. Why?” “Cause dat’s me name.” Count Le Prohon ?* 4)" * Hop: a leap on ze one leg.” comicbooks.com