Judge, 1891-04-04 · page 10 of 17
Judge — April 4, 1891 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page contains sentimental and comedic content typical of late 19th-century American humor magazines. **"Fo' De Lilies An Fo' Chloe"** is a nostalgic poem written in exaggerated African American dialect, depicting a formerly enslaved person reminiscing about antebellum plantation life and Easter lilies associated with a beloved white woman ("missus"). The romanticized tone reflects the page's era's problematic nostalgia for the antebellum South. **"Preparing for New Trade"** shows German immigrants discussing beer, with a notice about a tenement house rented to "Patrick O'Shaughnessy"—satirizing ethnic tensions as Irish and German immigrants competed economically in urban areas. **Multiple cartoons** depict working-class life: "Holiday Fare" shows domestic complaints; "On the Old Steamboat Wharf" uses physical comedy about hiring a messenger, where a fat boy is rejected in favor of a tall one. The accompanying prose sections ("Sentences Passed by the Judge") offer sentimental moral reflections on suffering and character-building—typical of the magazine's mix of humor and uplift.
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FO’ DE LILIES AN FO’ CHLOE. zs TNorice = 5 This Tenement House S DE. Faster comin’, honey, EXCEPTING THe CoRNER: SALOON HAS BRON RENTED BY PRTAICK O’SHAUGHIECSY. Ob, I plant ‘em an’ I ‘tend em ‘Whar de ‘nolia blooms were white, An’ de mock-birds kep’ a-singin® In de middle ob de night. An‘ learn de lessoa missus From de good book gabe to me, All de lesson ob de lilies By de lubly Tennessee. Oh. I’se been a-wand'rin’. honey, years an’ years away, But I'se not fo'gotten missus ‘An'de bressed Easter day, Fo’ its glory, white an" _ Ob, my. po’ T'm a-singin’ an Fo" de lilies, All de strings ob heart an’ fiddle ‘Am vibratin’ into tune, An’ de Easter lilies bloomin’ Catch ce fragrance ob de June, Whar de velvet roses, thirstin’. Drink de manna ob de skies, ‘An’ my po' ole heart grows dewy Ia de glory ob her eyes. He is risen! He is risen! Ring de star-bells down de line; Fo’ my soul escapes its prison ‘At de heab'aly countersign. De ole lesson wid its glory Sings de klad new song to me While love telis its Dressed story By my own deah Tennessee. £5. L. THOMPSON. PREPARING FOR NEW TRADE. Spiecetnercrr—'* Vot you dinks ohf dot, Frit Frivzy—"'Py chim! der bier vos green.” SrieGeLuERGER—"Ach! I it hef colored, Read-dot sign.” SENTENCES PASSED BY THE JUDGE. HE gift of song comes not to the comfortably indifferent. A crushing sorrow may bring forth the cry; the exaltation of a great happiness may lend wings to thought. Precious things lie deep. Pearls are not cast up by the waves like sea-weed, but lie in A CONSTANT REMINDER. the depths of security until sought by one MISS ROUGE, when April breezes blow who, with knowledge to find, has the knowl- Ho woadee yon shacld feel <0 Glad, edge to appreciate. When everywhere you chance to go There is nothing quite like the world for You see the sign of spring-time—"' Paint !* forming character. Its pats on the one side and its punches on the other cannot fail to give an upright form to this handful of potter's clay if it has the possibilities of uprightness within it. It could never have been a part of the APRIL FIRST. divine plan that any soul should be broken WHEN you think of the time you were beneath the weight of that cross called sor- = green — row. Let it bend like a willow beneath it HOLIDAY ER AREL No matter how long passed away — that it may spring to a loftier uprightness “Oh, Tilly ! ain't you got suthin’ besides turkey? I'm sick You feel what a fool you have been, when freed; let it be down-borne that it may an’ tired of it, an'll be glad when I strike a beef-bone again.” Though you know you are more soto-day. call forth the strength to rise with its burden. KATMRINE GROSJRAN. ON THE OLD STEAMBOAT WHARF. PARTY IN A HURRY —"T want a boy to take a message before the boat gets in.” Ikgy PHEEDERS—"* I'll tek it, boss.” PARTY IN A MURRY—"'Oh, you're too fat to run, T think that tall boy will do better.” Jackson Preepens (emerging) —" I'll tek it, boss,” comicbooks.com