Judge, 1890-03-22 · page 10 of 16
Judge — March 22, 1890 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page collects miscellaneous satirical content typical of Judge magazine's format: **"That Settled It"** mocks rural ignorance through a tavern-keeper's dismissal of a friend's hotel venture. The joke: the keeper assumes a hotel is useless without livestock to provide waste for disposal—revealing absurd frontier logic about waste management. **"Well Provided with Chin"** is a crude visual gag suggesting that a woman's double chin indicates excessive talking, playing on period associations between physical appearance and personality. **"The Green Above the Red"** appears to reference Irish stereotypes, suggesting an Irishman ("Paddy") paints the town green (via drinking) rather than the conventional "painting it red." **"Revenge at Last"** cartoon shows winter's end—children throwing snowballs at adults, depicted as comeuppance for winter's hardships. **"An Aggravating Confederate"** depicts a comedy mishap: a stage worker accidentally hits the wrong target during a performance, with Irish dialect humor in the dialogue. The page also includes sentimental poetry unrelated to satire. Overall, it reflects Judge's mix of satirical commentary, ethnic humor, and vaudeville-style comedic scenarios typical of late 19th/early 20th-century American humor magazines.
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Vhine hair has caught the golden light Of Phebus in his noon-day flight : And hands hast thou like those divine Of marble, seeming cold ; Hut ah! they live when held in mine As marble lived of old. Thy love to aught on earth compare Is even more than I would dare; I feel that such a perfect love Will never from me part; Thy name, my love, left blank above, I hold within my heart. A COMPLETE RECOVERY. MeCorkle—" Wasn't the king of Siam reported to be very ill some time aj MeCrackle—" \ think he was. Why?" MeCorkle—"Me is rewiving now. He has just married twenty new ones. THE GREEN ABOVE THE RED. W'! Paddy takes it in his head He scorns to paint the city red with poteen And so he paints it green, BRENEATIL her many charms 1 fell And, ere T knew, T was her lover ; Tat then her letters cast a spell Upon me T could ne'er get over. TO HE fairest blue of summer skies Ts dull and dim before thine eyes, And as a fleecy wind-sped cloud Across the zenith goes, So faintly thy long lashes shroud ‘Those blue eyes when they close, JUDGE THAT SETTLED IT. (A MAN who had kept a tavern at a country crossroads for a guod many years went to visit an old friend who had started a hotel in a neighboring village. On his return his wife asked him, “ Well, Sam, an’ how's Tom Tibbitts gittin’ on with his Aotel, ez he calls it?” “Humph! He can’t never keep no tavern, Marthy. Why, he don’t keep no hogs an’ he don’t keep no cows; what on airth’s he a-goin’ ter do with his dish-water an’ peelin’s?” WELL PROVIDED WITH CHIN. Snooper —* Mrs. Griggs must be a very talkative lady.” Simeral— Have you heard her talk?” Snooper —"No; but 1 infer so from the fact that she has a double chin.” REVENGE AT LAST. One effect of the warm winter. MARCH. QO! WINDS of March, what pranks you play! Clarissa wears a veil of gray ‘That shrouds her face, her eyes divine ; What wonder then that [ malign Your breezy arts and long for May? jer dimple-dented cheeks you flay Till rosy currents upward str You touch .her lips! ‘The right is mine, Oh, winds of March! Blow swiftly on! Il brooks delay This heart of mine, to love a prey ‘s shall Ere long Clarissa’s ey shine Beneath a veil where flowers en- twine. Blow quickly hence that orange Oh, winds of Mare AIN young damsel in Lent jd she surely must weep and ent ss-steaks so undone miss-steaks over A re For Ar Or ‘‘attentions” would never be meant, Veoressox Gestex =" I's this way, Murphy. tridge you reach out from bel stick, "Mind you do it quickly. AN AGGRAVATING Murpny (the nezo supe)—"* Oi will, sor.” When I fire th’ blank car- the scenes and knock the orange off with this CONFEDERATE. Murpity (from inside) —" Glishtenin’ shnakes! me hand shlipped.” comicbooks.com