Judge, 1891-01-31 · page 10 of 16
Judge — January 31, 1891 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page from Judge magazine (1891) contains poetry, humor pieces, and satirical cartoons typical of the era. **"Old Trinity"** is a nostalgic poem about Trinity Church in New York, lamenting that modern busy crowds forget the historical figures buried there—including Alexander Hamilton and Albert Gallatin—as they pursue commercial gain ("Mammon's triumph"). **"A Genuine Sensation"** satirizes theatrical gossip: a drama critic's "shocking" revelation that an opera singer's diamonds are actually *real* (not stolen, as one might assume), mocking the triviality of theater world scandals. **"Mott-Ley"** is a humor column with puns and brief jokes, including one about a Sioux Indian marrying a poet (playing on stereotypes), and animal jokes (a camel and horned horse bickering). **The cartoon sketches** appear to depict Victorian-era social scenes with men in top hats—likely satirizing financial dealings or social pretension, though specific references are unclear without more context. The overall tone reflects Judge's satirical approach to 1890s American culture, commerce, and social pretension.
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OLD TRINITY. (ew Vors, 1391.) ITHIN thy hallowed gates I stand To read thy names in graven hand: Here lies beneath a marble bar A captain of King George's war. And where the grasses rise and dip, The master of an English ship Sleeps close to one who saw Montcalm Die on the plains of Abraham. Perchance these heard, one bygone day, The tramp of soldiers worn and gray; Sick, wan, and scarred by southern foe, When they came back from Mexico. C Thy stones are cleft with mossy rime Or stippled with the hand of time; ‘The wave of commerce ebbs and flows, Sole waker of thy deep repose. I wonder if the busy throng ‘That passes restlessly along Remembers that thy walls hem ia A Hamilton, a Gallatin? Shame! if they think not, or forget In Mammon’s triumph, Mammons fret, Of those who wrought by hill and sea To win a grave in Trinity. JONN JAMES MEEHAN, BETTING ON A SURE THIN A GENUINE SENSATION. First DRAMATIC REPORTER —"' Say, did you hear that sensation about Madame Prima-donna’s diamonds?” SECOND DRAMATIC REPORTER —'* What ! are they stolen again” FInst DRAMATIC REPORTER —" No; they're real !” MOTT-LEY. A HOLY tearer—Sam Jones. “It’s all in my eye!" exclaimed the needle as the seamstress threaded it. “Three of a kine!" said the cow as she looked her triplets over. Miss Goodale the poetess is engaged to marry a Sioux Indian. This is the first instance on record of a Sioux Indian preferring good ale to bad whisky. “What a bitter night it is!" said Jones's wife. “I don’t envy folks who live in Greenland to-night, do you, dear?" said she as she jumped into bed and put her feet on Jones, “Yes!” yelled Jones, and he sprang out and went to sleep on the oil-cloth. “Is that venison 2” asked Joblink of his butcher, pointing to a quarter of veal. “No; that’s very cheap," said the butcher. “I asked you if it was = venison.” “And I said no, it was very cheap. Venison is deer.” There's a girl out in Ann Arbor, Mich., To meet whom I never could wich. ; Though I'd buy her ice-cream Till with colic she'd scream She'd still cry, ‘You must fill up my dich.!" In the menagerie— Ain't you a little too fresh?” said the baby horned horse to the camel, which was poking its nose impudently into the infant's Bisner--"* (Hic!) I wonder who left that umbrella there? I'll bet inclosure. “Seems to me you're a little gnu yourself,” replied the camel. sum blamed fool of a drunkard ain’t fur from it." ERSKINE (turning the trump)—" Diamonds!" INTERESTED, write —Gr Yo —aw and ] Miss it's fi that | 1 4 1 ; comicbooks.com