Judge, 1889 · page 62 of 72
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This page from **Judge** magazine contains three satirical cartoons mocking prominent political/military figures of the late 19th century: 1. **"An Optical Illusion"**: A joke about mistaken identity—a woman sees an insignificant tailor but mistakes him for "Lord Leopold Algernon Percy Fitznoodle," satirizing how titles obscure actual character or ability. 2. **"The Near-Sighted German and the Live Cigar"**: Three-panel gag about a myopic German man who cannot see properly and misreads a cigar's hole in paper, with ethnic dialect humor common to the era. 3. **"The Lion and the Gnat"**: References **Otto von Bismarck** (the Prussian statesman/general), mocking Irish and German immigrants through their dialect. The joke plays on Bismarck's legendary military prowess—characters debate whether he could single-handedly defeat Ireland, with ironic commentary on his diplomatic skills. All three rely on ethnic caricature and dialect humor typical of period satire.
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