Judge, 1891-10-03 · page 7 of 16
Judge — October 3, 1891 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several short humor pieces typical of late 19th/early 20th-century satirical journalism: **"A Bridegroom's Reverie"** presents a newlywed's amazement at discovering his wife's mundane domestic realities—her grooming routines, minor complaints, and sleeping habits—contrasting romantic idealization with ordinary married life. **Multiple brief jokes** mock various social types: working-class immigrants with heavy accents (the "O'Hallahan" and "Blumenroth" pieces), pretentious fox hunters, and religious hypocrisy (the "Catholic" who avoids beef on Friday but accepts cod-liver oil). **The laundry cartoons** satirize American xenophobia and economic anxiety. They depict a "patriotic stranger" dismissing Chinese laundries for being foreign, yet grudgingly admitting Chinese workers do superior work—poking fun at nativist sentiment while acknowledging immigrant labor's actual quality. The humor relies on ethnic stereotyping, class mockery, and social observation typical of the era's satirical magazines.
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JUDGE A BRIDEGROOM’S REVERIE. T SEEMS so strange to see her curls Pinned up in paper and to know Just how she cleans her teeth, those pearls, And how she makes her eyebrows bow. To hear her scold a little bit, Or on tobacco gravely preach, Or frankly guy my collar’s fit With perfect fearlessness of speech. To watch her ironing bits of lace ‘And sewing buttons on her shoes, And calmly powdering her face, And with a hand-glass taking views, At various angles, of the style In which her smooth back hair is dressed, And asking with a lenient smile Which / consider looks the best? To sce her gently fall asleep Upon my knee—the dearest sight ! And then to know that me she'll keep Awake to chatter half the night. These things quite wondrous seem to me In this, my lovely ten-days’ wife— While any one would think that she Had —well, been married all her life ! MADRLINE S. BRIDGRS, OF THE ARGUMENT. You vos a gread feller to put on airs, aind it? I remembers your gran'fader vos noddings but der villache hangman in Poland!" BLUMENRoTH —"' Yaw ! I remembers dot too, unt your gran'fader vos der lasd von he hangt !" (And then the clavo~ ing began.) A SEVERE TEST. $6 \ AWSON is a good Catholic.” M “Is he?” “Yes, When he was so ill he wouldn't take beef-tea on a Friday. Had to fall back on cod-liver oil.” AFTER THE HUNT. Mr, Trotter —“ Were you in at the death?” Miss Rockaway —" Yes; almost the first Mr. Trotter —' Did you get the brush?” Miss Rockaway—*“ Goodness me! do you think the anise-bag is a regular traveling-case ?” A NARROW ESCAPE. oe D ID you ever deliver an after-dinner speech ?” “No; I came pretty near it, though.” “How was that?” “Well, you see, the dinner was indefinitely postponed.” ANOTHER COLLISION. A PARENTAL S'!4ILITUDE. ¢¢]S: Mr. Depew here?” O'HALLAHAN —" Bridget O'Hallahan, .’s neglectin’ your djuty as a mother and a lady in “Yes. He just ran into the other room. lavin’ the choild on the street whin the dog-catchers are right fernist us.” “ Anybody hurt? A REGULAR SNARE. PATRIOTIC STRANGER (looking for a laundry)—‘* * Yankee laundry,’ that's the place for me, No more Chinese washing for me. I'll go there if it is PATRIOTIC STRANGER —"* Great Scott, but them Chinese do beat all !”” four miles,” comicbooks.com