Judge, 1888-10-13 · page 10 of 16
Judge — October 13, 1888 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page collects humorous anecdotes and visual gags typical of late-19th/early-20th century American satire. The primary targets are Irish immigrants and rural/working-class Americans. **Key content:** - "Unfruition": A farmer's complaint about failed pumpkin-growing, mocking agricultural incompetence - "Popular Style": Barber joke about crude haircuts - "Safety in High Buildings": Urban development humor - **Irish stereotype material** dominates: Mrs. O'Flaherty and Mrs. Finnegan on Brooklyn Bridge making illogical observations; an Irish woman mistaking a scarecrow for a person; Irish porter wordplay The satire relies heavily on **Irish dialect caricature** ("Phat t'in legs," "oiligingly," "Be gob"), presenting Irish immigrants as comically ignorant or dim-witted. Visual illustrations reinforce these ethnic stereotypes through exaggerated features and positioning. The page reflects Judge's editorial approach: punching down at working-class and immigrant populations while entertaining middle-class readers. This type of casual ethnic mockery was standard American humor of the period.
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UNFRUITION. ET me tell my little story; It won't detain you long. “Tis about my faria at Hempstead, And the burden of my song Is connected with a pumpkin Which I tried to grow from seed ‘That was sent me from the ‘* Bureau,” “This side up,” and “*C. O. D.” I made a soft intrenchment On a hill-top’s sunny crest And 1 laid those little pellets Almost tenderly to rest And I watched them as they sprouted, Also hilled them as they grew, And the pumpkin? Calloused reader I've a sun, Verchance have you? A POPULAR STYLE. Barber— How do you like to Flanigan—* Wid de scissors, ye to take a scythe 2” SAFETY IN HIGH BUILDINGS. Farmer (glancing up at the Washington building) —* There would ice for the life of a man who fell out of the top story of that breath would be knocked out of him before he got half your hair cut, sir?” oorse! D'ye supposhe Oi wanted be noc way dow City friend —* But then he might get his second wind, you know.” A SOLAR PHENOMENON. Mrs. Mulcahy (to ber husband)—" Micha close the blinds. I've been kept awake all night b in through the window,” ! Michael! git up and ¢ dayloight sthraming SHE HAD NEVER SEEN A SCARE-CROW. RE (a little short-sighted —"* Oh moi, oh moi! Phat t'in legs I wonder has he been sick ?” Mrs. O'G i Pat Hollohan’s b’y has on him onyhow, IRISH TOURISTS ON THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE. Mrs, Finnegan—" Och, Mrs. O'Flaherty! if we should fall down there we would be drowned shure.” Mrs, O' Flaherty—* \ndade, Mrs. Finnegan, it would be the fall, not the water, would drown us,” TOO COSTLY ART. A countryman in a picture gallery had become enthusiastic over a beautiful nymph in marble. “How much might the young woman cost?” he asked a gentleman who happened to be standing near. “ From $250 to $300,” “Jehosaphat! They don’t bring anything like that when they're alive.” ACCOMMODATED. BRITISH TRAVELER (fralding porter with his umbrellay—* L want the lift, me good man,” Porter (oiligingly)—" Be gob, yez have it!” comicbooks.com