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This page from *Judge* contains multiple brief satirical pieces typical of 1890s American humor. The primary political cartoon concerns the **Bering Sea dispute** between the United States and Britain over seal hunting rights and territorial claims in Alaska. The minstrel-show dialogue mockingly addresses this diplomatic controversy through racist dialect humor (then standard in American comedy), with puns on "Beering sea," "seals," and "Pacific measures." Other items are lighter social humor: observations about courtship, artistic frustration, and street characters. The recurring format—short jokes, puns, and one-liners—reflects *Judge's* typical satirical style. The Bering Sea controversy (likely 1890-1893) was a genuine diplomatic tension, making that piece's topical reference clear. Most other sketches are timeless social commentary requiring no specific historical context—they mock vanity, poverty, and romantic absurdity familiar to any era.

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JUDGE THE LATEST AT THE. MINSTRELS. Sa oe BONES. duz yer know why dere is so much froth ober dis Blaine and Salisbury controwersy ?” No, Tambo; why is it? “Why, Bones, dar is boun’ ter be so much froth becase it’s de Beering sea. See?” “Ya, ya! I t'ought Salisbury was a-tryin’ to destroy our warranty deed of Alaska.” “How's dat, Bones?” “Why, de English was trying to take off de seals.” “Dat's pooty good. But sa-a-a-y, dey wouldn’t no war come out ob dis trouble ober de shore limits, Tambo.” “Why not, Bones?” “Becase de English was goin’ to z use Pacific measures.” “Well, den we'd better close up dat Bering sea.” “What fur?” “Seal-skin fur. All sing ‘De man wid de ulster coat.’” OVERHEARD AT PEEKSKILL. Poutte. conpucror —"* Shall I help you to alight, madam ?” Aunt Minpy—** Much obleeged, young man, but I don’t smoke. You ain't got any reel old Scotch snuff ‘bout ye, hev ye?" TWO BEAUX Se YVHY do you have two beaux on your string?” “Well, you see, Charley is my. society man, while Ed is my steady-go-round.” THE PAINFUL DIFFERENCE. Rembrandt Daub—"You should not be discouraged, me boy, if the academy didn’t hang your picture; art is long.” Hogarth Palette—*That's just what makes me tired; art is long, and—I am short.” GUMMEY’S COMMENT A STARTLING PERFORMANCE. Mrs. Gummey (reading) —" A man in Chester, Pa., has insured his Mr. Cooter (zoho has been out all night)—"' Give me a bromide cock-tail horse for two hundred and fifty dollars and his wife for seventy -fiv quick, Louie! I'm sure I saw a fly crawl right over that old duffer’s eye-ball, dolla : Sevier bane pertte lorgseventy< ve, and he didn’t even wink.” ollars.' = ‘THE DISPENSER —"" Ob, come of! Don't you know glass-eyed McMasters 2” Gummey—“Him! He must be awfully fond of his wife.” HER GENEROSITY. CAN anything exceed a lover's gratitude to the woman who’ passively allows herself to be loved? A TIMELY WARNING. Cumso (running in excitedly) —* Haven't you a balance at the ‘steenth national Fangle—" Yes, What's the matter?” Draw it out ri “What's up?” Cumso—"1 heard the cashier promise a young lady to attend a charity bazar to- night!” A YARN. . pee surely get a mate for you,” ‘The sailor to his daughter said ; And then he quickly brought to view A handsome youth for her to wed. But very soon ensued a squall, The fiend began to whip her; Me skipped —he was rio mate at all, But just a cruel skipper. NATHAN ML LEVY. A CHANCE FOR HIM. Beggar —"Can you help me, sir? I've Mh eaten nothing for two days.” A HARLEM PLEASANTRY. Simeral —" Make your fast thirty-eight Dacey—"'Oi wan’ sivin kinds o' law an thim Flaherty peti: ani twins, Mishter Sergeant ! days longer and you can draw a big salary SERDELIT EG Havel (hey bern calslog he (dener feoela Th What the sergeant saw. as a dime-museum freak.” h’ dooce, sor. Look out th’ windy. : comicbooks.com