Judge, 1888-10-06 · page 6 of 17
Judge — October 6, 1888 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This page contains five separate brief satirical items typical of Judge's format: **"Infantile Logic"**: A simple joke about a child's faulty reasoning—she puts stockings on inside-out because there's a hole on the other side, not grasping the actual problem. **"The Very Latest"**: Satirizes pretentious French cuisine and social climbing. A newly imported "French cook" from Cork (Ireland, not France) hosts dinners, mocking both the affectation and the immigrant deception. **"He Wasn't at Home"**: Rural satire contrasting a rural postmaster's superior local knowledge with a city clerk's indifference to patrons, poking fun at urban bureaucratic apathy. **"By a Misanthrope"**: A cynical quip about friendship being unreliable like an umbrella that fails in storms. **"The Worm Turns" and "An Old Hand at It"**: Domestic humor satirizing marriage—the first about a wife withholding good meals/money, the second a dark joke about a widow having buried multiple husbands, suggesting either serial marriage or widow-making. **"A Tragedy in the Orange Mountains"**: A four-panel visual narrative about awkward social encounters on trains.
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416 INFANTILE LOGIC. Raby was trying todress herself. “Whatever are you trying to do there, little one? Doesn't baby see that she’s putting her stockings ‘on wrong side out?” * Yes, that’s coz there's a hole on tother side. THE VERY LATEST. Mrs. De Goldie’s Frenctf Cook, Recedtly imported from Cork, Permits you the pleasure of dining with her alleged Mistress, On Thursday Evening next, At 7.90 sharp. Any change of mind on the part of the above personage will be duly announced. HE WASN’T AT HOME. Squire Oatcake (in york post-office)—" Hev ye got any let- ters for me? Clerk(sa I don't know y Oatea Wa-al, you're a purty feller to be drawin’ a big salary for sassin’ the people who are taxed to pay yer! Look a-here, young man; our postmaster up to Squechawket don’t git more'n forty dollars a year, an’ Ae knows me évery time | come round !" —" Who's me? AN INVOLUNTARY ACQUAINTANCE. This shows Mr. Daintry, one of the four hundred, on his way back from Newport. He had unguardedly asked his seat-mate the name of a station, and the sketch shows the party as the train rolls into the New York depot three hours after. A TRAGEDY IN THE ORANGE MOUNTAINS. BY A MISANTHROPE. “Why don’t you believe in friendship?” asked one acquaintance of another. * Because it's like an umbrella that always turns inside out in stormy weather.” THE WORM TURNS. Beefsteak and po- Bah! 1 wish I had one of the good dinners my dear old mother used to give me.” Mrs. J —" Maybe you might get one, John, if you'd only give me ur dear one of the good cheques old father used to give her It is an inconsistency To which we are reconciled, ‘That the " father of his country” ould never have had a child. AN.OLD HAND AT IT. Widow—" These funerals are very expensive, Mrs, Wildacre, The bill for John’s burial has just come in, and is $350.” Mrs, Wildacre— Well, it does cost a good deal, but then it’s only once you can bury your husband.” Widow—" Ivis? This is the fifth time I've buried mine.” comicbooks.com