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This page contains several satirical pieces typical of late-19th-century American humor: **"Dose Motto Songs—Number One"** features a heavily German-accented speaker (marked by phonetic spelling like "der," "vait," "peer") dispensing folk wisdom about waiting for "froth to settle" before acting—applied to stocks, romance, politics, and marriage. The dialect comedy was popular entertainment of the era, though the accent caricature reflects ethnic stereotyping. **"The Butterfly Mask"** illustration and accompanying text reference Kate Field, a real 19th-century women's rights advocate and journalist, whom the magazine sarcastically challenges to practice what she preaches about women learning to cook. **The remaining vignettes** mock contemporary figures like Chauncey Depew (a prominent Republican politician/railroad executive), offer commentary on hotel services, and feature domestic humor about married life. The overall tone is light satire targeting politics, gender roles, and social pretensions—characteristic of Judge's satirical approach during this period.
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CHESTNU TS FROM JUDGE. 19 “ Asageneral thing the vitality of woman | compares favorably with that of man.” As | a particular thing, we have noticed that widows invariably survive their husbands. A disgusted citizen indignantly wants to know, “ After all, what is the difference be- | tween a Democratic administration and a Republican administration?” Twenty-four | years, French Traveler (inclined to be social)— “Without doubt, monsieur has great deal | traveled, but can you tell in hearing a man | swear of what nation he is?” And the surly | Briton answered “ Damnation,” | A STANDING OFFER, Two of the White Mountain hotels have decided not to have student waiters this Summer ; so we suppose the meals to be had at them will be in one language and without italics. An exchange tells how to select a melon. | The information is of no good. Not a word is said in it as to the manners and customs of the dog. | “EVERYTHING COMES TO HIM WHO WAITS.” “This is Depew?” said the colored usher = of an uptown church inquiringly to Chaun- BY WILUELM STRAUSS, | cey M., pausing in his march up the aisle. | “That's what they call me,” was the short response; “what of it, sir?” “Very snap- pish man dat,” said’ the usher, moving briskly away; “nex’ time I luff ‘im take | his Chaunceys.” DOSE MOTTO SONGS—NUMBER ONE. A NEW DESIGN. Wait for the Froth, Ind der sbringdime of mine shildhood Tlearn me somedings nice Fon fadder’s great oxperience Unt boetical advice. Says he, “Now, Jakey, lisden, i y dear; settled Else you blows avay some peer.”” THE BUTTERFLY MASK. Dose broverbs safes me drouples Flicgende Blactter In dose pizness vat I got; : Some under fellers speculate Unt rush along red hot. Ven shtocks is oop unt bonds is down It makes no diffrence h 1 vaits till der froth is settled Unt I biows avay no peer. “Stop talking nonsense and leam to cook,” says Kate Field to the women of the period. A capital idea. When does Miss Field propose to commence? M citement boliti Bees, fit dem oxcitement bolitics, A TIMELY EXCUSE. Dem speeches, songs and dings, +0, Jakey, come and join dot gang Unt bust dem v 0, Jakey, coum, Tshlides oud on n I vaits till der froth is settled Aber I blows avay some peer. I meets a nice young fraulein Oop on der Powery street She vinks on me, I vinks on'her, Tdell you she look shveet. I dinks about dat broverb, Unt says, “Good night, my tear; Yoost vait till der froth is settled Else you blows avay some peer. * I don'd got marriet lately Aber P-got a shance, A frow must know some under ding Pesides to flirt unt dance. Dose bustles unt golupt Vas alla fraud. I fear ; Petter I vait till der froth is gone Else I blows avay gout peer. us forms, all you fast you Dot geeps it oop so late, Petter you take dot broverb. Unt shtrike a shlower gait. Else you shtumble a coffin ofer Unt fall ina grave. I feat Go shlow till der froth is settled Else you blows avay goot peer. fellers, WHY SHE CAN DO IT. Sue (boastingly)—“I can dress in ten minutes.” He (unfeelingly)—* Yes, my dear; but | you must remember that you belong to a| Wartixc Wire—t Now you just thought comic opera compan: | you'd sneak up stairs with your shoes in your hand, so’s I wouldn't know what time “This way, Rev. Sam Jones !” exclaims | you got home, but” — | the Kingston Freeman. We are glad to ob Surprised Huspanp (interrupting)—“ No | serve that the editor of the Freeman has | no, my deur; ye see the car men all struck | finally come to a realizing sense of his con | and the walk home blistered my feet so 1 | dition. had to take ’em off.” MILLER’S HOTEL 39 & 41 West 26th Street, New York. $2.50 per Day. ’ —s¢ Turkish, Electric and Roman Baths, and Massage. %_ Send for Circulars. comicbooks.com