Judge, 1890-11-29 · page 7 of 20
Judge — November 29, 1890 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains multiple satirical pieces typical of late 19th-century American humor, including **racist dialect humor** that reflects the era's offensive conventions. **"The Darkey's T'anksgibbiin' Turkey"** uses exaggerated Black dialect to tell a tall tale: a poor enslaved or formerly enslaved man receives a turkey blown through his window by miraculous wind—which he interprets as divine providence. The satire mocks both the character's credulity and, likely, the absurdity of expecting poor people to celebrate Thanksgiving without resources. **Other pieces** include standard Judge fare: a lawyer's greed ("Wanted the Earth"), social correction humor, and observational jokes about Thanksgiving preparations and lawyers. The **Louisiana Flood scene** similarly employs dialect stereotypes while depicting poor Southern life. **Key context for modern readers**: This material reflects Judge's reliance on crude ethnic and racial caricature as entertainment. The "humor" depends entirely on mocking speech patterns and supposed character flaws associated with marginalized groups—conventions acceptable to the magazine's audience but representing deeply embedded bigotry.
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THE DARKEY’S “T’ANKSGIBBIN’” TURKEY. T'S yo' turkey, Massa Bibbin? Well, dat sp'iles dis chile's T'anksgibbin’ ‘An’ it sp'iles de special prov'dence Thas been a-tellin’ round. Tl unform yo' all about it— But I ‘spec yo's cwineter doubt it, Foh sech t'ings, de moh yo’ knows ‘em W'y, de curuser dey sound. Td no turkey an’ no money, An’ I Cot it kinder funny Dat de pres'dent order t’ankins On de folks wot can't obey. Den my trussin’ wife, Kadijah, Said de ravens fed Elijah, ‘An’ dar mout some uddah good man Now be fed some rackless way. ‘Well, las';night wen I wuz snorin’, My! T tieah de wind a-roarin’, ‘An’ I up an’ histe de winder Lookin’ foh de crack ob doom. An’ [heerd de queerus hummin’ ‘An’ I know dar’s sumpfin' comin'— Jaked ! de wind jess blow dat turkey Right—right smack inter de room. Pow'ful wind? No blow down yo' way? Dat's wy / felt hunkydory ‘On de special prov'dence story Thas been a-tellin’ round. It's de Lawd’s own way ob showin’ Ise jess good ‘nuff foh de blowin’. EfT'd been a leetle bettah, ‘W'y, no ownah would been found, Un CAKE. WANTED THE EARTH AND A PLANET OR TWO, LEGAL LuMINARY —‘* You say you took five thousand dollars, How much more cash is left in the safe?" Derrautter—'‘About five thousand more.” LEGAL LUMINARY —"' Go back and get it, In a case of this magnitude my retainer is always ten thousand dollars.” 3 STOOD CORRECTED. ‘AMENITIES on a street-corner, “1 am told, sir, that you said yesterday that I ought to be placed in a lunatic asylum.” “A base slander, my dear sir, I assure you; what I did say, and I like to be exact, was that the keepers should never have al- lowed you to escape.” AWAY, MELANCHOLY! H, you who live in luxury And you who go in tatters, On this one day ail joyful be, For moping won't mend matters, NO NEED TO TRY. m—“ How long do you suppose a man can live without Maddox—"1 don't know. Have no personal experience. I advertise largely, you know.” OLD RELIABLE AT THE AUTHORS’ READINGS. Primus —*So you believe Morgan's poems will live forever, do you?" Secundus—*Yes; you see Morgan has an immortal soul, and he'll certainly never quit reading selections from them.” DURING A LOUISIANA FLOOD. =“ Pleasan’ ebenin’, Miss Swassy.”” Raight smart. Looks a liddle laik rain, dough.” Mr. Luker a's whad | wuz thinkin’, Would yo’ jess as'soon post- pone our moonlight dribe til Miss PoNcHATRAIN —“ Suttinly, Mr. Luxers—" T’anks, Good-ebenin’.” Miss PoxcrtaTraty —"Good-ebenin’.” POOR JACK’S THANKSGIVING, ALTHOUGH there is no turkey there He thinks of old New-England fare ; Reminded of his childhood’s scenes By ‘dinner biiled" or pork and beans. RATHER DUBIOUS. Brown—Do you think there will be enough pumpkin pie for thanksgiving?” Mrs, Brown —Yes, unless Johnnie finds we went out and left the pantry unlocked.” ST RVE women a punch’s fair merits inherit— Much sweet with some acid, and plenty of spirit. A BROTHER'S CRIME. Younc Mr. Amsrose —** Now for a stroll down the avenue, It’s wonderful how much older and more responsible I feel.” comicbooks.com