Judge, 1890-11-22 · page 10 of 20
Judge — November 22, 1890 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page contains multiple brief satirical pieces typical of late 19th-century humor magazines: **"A Terrible Mistake"** mocks a country politician (Honorable Dingman Plumb) attending the ballet for the first time. The joke: he's shocked not by dancers' short skirts—which he finds amusing—but by a costume detail (a shoulder-cape worn at the waist instead of shoulders), revealing his provincial prudishness mixed with obliviousness. **Other sketches** include mild social humor: a preacher's student attending Sunday school to see a boy; an engaged man wanting his fiancée to wear a tiara instead of a necklace because necklaces are "out of fashion"; and a doctor calling on a patient whose wife worries he won't take care of himself—so she asks the doctor to pressure him into life insurance. **"The New South"** features dialect humor between a Northern visitor and a Southern native about local battles, using exaggerated speech patterns typical of period ethnic/regional stereotyping. The page exemplifies Judge's light, domestic satire aimed at middle-class readers, emphasizing social missteps and provincial manners rather than sharp political commentary.
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JUDGE A TERRIBLE MISTAKE. IIE Honorable Dingman Mumb Had never seen the ballet, And T supposed twould strike him dumb And shock him, naturally. Tut when the star with skirts as short As Kipling’s late romances Whirled in the air he gave a snort And laughed through all the dances. “Why, Plumb !” said I, “restrain your glee. Now ai 2 't the dancer pretty “But such a durned mistake," said he, “Right here in New York city— Tom,” said he, as round he faced In sight of all beholders, “That shoulder-cape is round her waist Instid of round her shoulders.” HOME COMFORTS. A DISMAL, rainy, foggy da First traveler — Ah, this weather reminds me so much of home ! } Second traveler —*Yes; doesn't it? live in Utica myself.” A BRIGHT SCHOLAR. Preacher (to. three Sunday-school for?” Little Lulu (with finger in her mouth) — r-old scholar) —" Lulu, what do you go to ‘To see Dickie Johnson.” Mr. GoLway (recently betrothed) — ‘THe saLesMan —" Why, yes, sir, Mr. GoLway —"' She's undecided between a tiara and anecklace, For heaven's sake tell her necklaces are out of fashion !" OLDER THAN HER YEARS, HERE are no longer any children. “ How old are you now, Maggy?” “Twelve, sir.” “Why, I shouldn't have taken you for over ten.” Maggy (simpering)—" Oh, you only say that to flatter me, s A QUESTION. ] SAW & man once beat his wife When on a drunken spree ; Me Now can you tell me who was drunk, BEFORE AND AFTER. The man—his wife—or me? Can T confide is you, young man? Grn ‘The appearance of Mr. Balde during the pre- —the appearance of Mr. Balde as the lude to the ballet, ballet came on, A LUMINOUS IDEA. Fe] SAY, old fellows go Really! What is it?” “Why, to make the hero blind. Now, as it is estimated according to Mr. Porter's new census that there are quite sixty thousand unfortunates of this class in the country, every man Jack of them will naturally want a copy to read. é pital idea for a nov UNFORGIVABLE. WROTE her a sonnet which said how I prized her, And spoke in soft praise of her bonny blue eye; Now T've wondered since then how it must have surprised her, For I find that her orbs are a different dye. THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A HE-CHAPERONE. Primus —* What is the title of Ward McAllister’s book ?” | Secundus —** Society as | Have Found It.'” Primus —"\ hear the publishers changed Ward's title. What was that?” Secundus—" Society as | Have Founded It.’ AN EYE FOR FUTURES. HE. old family physician has come to make a friendly call and is sur- prised to find the young wife in tears. “Why, my dear child, what is the matter?” “Oh,” she sobs, “Algie looks so sick, and I've tried and tried to get him to talk to you about it, for | know you'd persuade him to do the right thing; but he says there's plenty of time, and he won't take any care of himself, and I'm so blue!” “There, there!" says the old friend, much touched at this exhibition of THE NEW SOUTIL * t Mr. Saurit (of Canajoharie) — What town's this?” | wifely devotion ; “I'l call around at his office and get him to talking, and Native—" Luray, Virginny, sah.” | then advise him what to take to build him up. Mr. Suir —"‘Any battles fought around here?” ; | “Take! Oh, doctor, I want you to get him to promise to have his Cora) ty Leds rt Megenateen eee me ee ark. Timber Roach an! | life insured for twenty thousand dollars.” 0 - ~ * "8 aca. an" you get a tip whar it's ter be, sah.”” comicbooks.com