Judge, 1890-03-22 · page 5 of 16
Judge — March 22, 1890 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
**"Figuring on Proportion"** satirizes wealthy pretension. A wife defends an expensive small object; the husband, seeing a family portrait, assumes their ancestor must have been vastly wealthy to afford such proportionally expensive items. The joke mocks how the nouveau riche misjudge value and ancestry. **"Old Chocolate's Jocoserous Chat"** appears to be dialect humor featuring an African American character dispensing folk wisdom—common in this era's publications, though employing offensive stereotypes. The advice concerns practical judgment and compromise. **"A Mean Capture"** depicts a comic scenario where boys attempt to catch a toothless crocodile. The humor relies on the creature's harmlessness and the boys' competitive eagerness to get their feet into the action, suggesting foolish bravado over an ineffectual threat. The page combines domestic satire, folk wisdom, and animal comedy typical of Judge's mixed content.
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FIGURING ON PROPORTION. ! that little bit of a thing cost a hundred dollars?” Mas. TRIFFI jear ; don’t you like it?” Mr. Triree ig at a family portrait) —" What a millionaire Grandfather Triffet must have been !” OLD CHOCOLATE’S JOCOSERIOUS CHAT. Look fo’ de dust in a many judge’s eyes an’ yo" ull fin’ hit in de pocket, Yo' bettah ahgue wid a balky mule twell he dun gib in dan tote all de time yo'se’f. . W'en yo’ ud ‘cuse a man ob contradictin’ hisse’f_ yo’ mus’ ‘membah A POULTRY yahd wid mo’ cocks en hens er got mo’ noise en aigs. A word w'en hit er needed am bettah en a day's talk aftah. A little smile at de eand am bettah en a cackle at de staht. Hit er joyful toe say “here hit am” w'en yo’ speak ob money. dat a many facs hab two sides, laik a bo'd. rare A MEAN CAPTURE. I say, Lige; heah’s dat ole man croc‘dile, whad ain't got no teeth. Less ketch him.” Lice —"* Crowd in closer, Cale. I wants t’ git my feet in.” Cnorus—" Now, den; bof stan’ up t’gedder !" comicbooks.com