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# "Descending to Personality" - Judge Magazine Satire The top cartoon depicts a social interaction captioned "Descending to Personality." Miss Emswell boasts she hasn't a blot on her family escutcheon (ancestry), while Lord Braywater counters that his family's features are unblotted "like features, for instance." The satire mocks aristocratic pretension—specifically how upper-class individuals reduced themselves to physical insults when competing over genealogical superiority. The joke suggests that when breeding and pedigree fail as arguments, the debate devolves into personal appearance attacks, undercutting claims of refined dignity. The bottom cartoons ("How He Was Sold") appear unrelated vignettes about theatrical employment negotiations, likely satirizing show-business exploitation or deception in hiring practices.

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[2 US be just to the Indian. If he wants to die fighting let him have the earliest opportunity. e0e A PAPER tells “ how to give medi- cine to a cat.” It was Mr. Shake- speare’s belief that it had better be contributed to the dogs. eee RGENT CALL just now for Re- publican management that will give victory to the party, which seems to have been somewhat forgotten. eee BOULANGER will spend the win- ter in Egypt. There is so little prospect of fighting there that he couldn't have made a happier selec- tion. see GABRIELLE the strangler_ must not be confused with the angel of that name, though she ought to become familiar with his trump with- out delay. x ss} {1S BOOK,” says a clergyman, speaking of the McAllister publication, “is a culogium of glut- tony,” profligacy and worldliness.” Very well; was it intended to be any- thing else? oo. HERE WAS hilarious laughter in Paris throughout the trial of Michael Eyraud and Gabrielle Bom- pard, the stranglers of” Toussaint Gouffé. To extract moonbeams from cucumbers is science; but to get fun from such exhibitions is great art. 'HE TOWN of Spokane Falls, Wash., is a great town. a “nuisance- inspector” there, and the ‘other night he was caught stealing chickens. He may have thought the birds were nuisances, but DESCENDING TO PERSONALITY. Miss ENswett—'* You say you haven't a blot on your family escutcheon ?" Lorp BextwaTer—‘' Not one.” Miss ENswett —*‘ How awfully nice ! and how lucky it is that escutcheons can’t be blotted like—well, like features, for instance.” HOW They have justice gave him no credit for it. He was fined and discharged from office, and hereafter the nuisances must look out for themselves. THE TARIFF VICTORY. THE TARIFF-LAW will remain on the books. The Democrats of the next congress will not dare to repeal it, for in that case they will have to provide a substitute—and tariff legis- lation is more dangerous than tariff talk. The majority of the existing congress will not change it, for it has done all the party damage it can and will gain friends from this time on. By 1892 that law will have developed its strength, and the Democratic con- gress will have exposed its hypocrisy and cowardice. Have no doubts about the tariff law, Its triumph was delayed by the inclemency of the weather. It will come later on. THE BUG CANDIDATE. UNCLE JERRY RUSK issues a bug-book in connection with his annual report, the bugs printed in several colors. Your uncle Jerry has a good deal of faith in the farmers’ alliance, and thinks that a little bug art will help that institution to grow in strength as well as culture. It will likewise strengthen your uncle as a presidential candidate. The hardy yeoman likes art, but. he wants the practical kind. He can look upon a printed bug with the liveliest admiration, but he wants the artist to point out the vulnerable points. of the little wretch, and tell whether it can be best killed with HE WAS SOLD. RADIANTLY BEAUTIFUL MAIDEN—"‘Is' there a vacancy in your ballet corps, sir?” SMITTEN MANAGER—''T am more than glad to say that: there is, my dear madam. Won't you sit down?” (Kadiantly beautiful maiden whistles.) poison or bird-shot or the more persuasive bullet. In ’92 Uncle Jerry will probably appear on the banners as the great bugger, and possibly he will sweep the country like a swarm of locusts. ——""Thank heaven, mamma, I have at last found employment for you ! Talk it over with the gentleman and I'll see you at tea-time.”