Judge, 1889 · page 48 of 72
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This page contains three satirical sketches typical of Judge magazine's humor: **"On the Avenue"** (top): Social comedy about urban encounters. Mrs. Secondi, a society woman, runs into an old acquaintance (Dear old Aunt Harriet) and awkwardly introduces her humble husband Mr. Cuddy, emphasizing class differences through their formal, stilted dialogue. **"Santy McGuire's Wedding"** (center): An Irish-dialect story about a scheming man who marries a loud, domineering widow for her tavern. The humor relies on ethnic caricature—the Irish brogue and stereotypical Irish characters. Santy attempts to rid himself of her by deliberately tipping their buggy into a ditch, but she survives. **"A Kaleidoscopic Change"** (bottom): Romance satire showing a couple's intimate moment interrupted when the woman's younger brother arrives with baseball news. The "change" is the man's immediate distraction from romance to sports—commenting on male priorities and the era's baseball obsession. All three exploit period stereotypes and domestic/social comedy conventions.
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