Judge, 1889-09-07 · page 6 of 16
Judge — September 7, 1889 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several brief humorous sketches typical of Judge's satirical format: **"She Knew What She Wanted"** mocks a woman's vanity—she wants life-size photographs of herself distributed to family, misunderstanding the artist's objection that the photo isn't actually life-sized (implying she's larger than she thinks). **"His Idea of It"** is a simple domestic joke: a woman asks whether Uncle Charles is a "harper or harpist"; her husband responds he'd call him a "confounded nuisance"—commentary on amateur musicians. **"Didn't Want Any Accidents"** satirizes regional dialect humor: a brakeman ejects three men from Michigan who are shaking the train car due to ague (fever chills), though the real concern is avoiding accidents at a dangerous point. **"A Fallen Mantle"** features working-class Irish dialect humor about a woman receiving her employer's dog's harness as a "surprise"—absurdist humor playing on miscommunication and class differences. The page emphasizes period-typical ethnic/class stereotyping and wordplay rather than political satire.
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