Judge, 1891-10-17 · page 10 of 16
Judge — October 17, 1891 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Judge* magazine contains miscellaneous satirical content rather than a unified cartoon: **"Sentences Passed by the Judge"** presents aphoristic observations about human nature and society—likely meant as witty commentary rather than political satire. One notable entry criticizes "Man's curse is his gift of dominion over the lower orders," suggesting social critique about power dynamics. **"The Additional Vocabulary"** jokes about dialect writing and Irish-accented service workers—reflecting period stereotypes about immigrant labor. **"One Reason"** mocks women's intelligence, suggesting evening newspapers' postscripts exist because women "get all the news in the P.S." **Other brief sketches** include a poem about fashionable "dudes" resembling "walking bouquets," humor about reluctant sermon-listeners, and financial schemes involving cornering the corn market and airship investments. The page demonstrates *Judge*'s typical approach: class-based humor, ethnic stereotyping, and social observations aimed at elite readers, with little explicit political content visible here.
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SENTENCES PASSED BY THE JUDGE. HE only separation is in thought. A literary writer is always rich—in expec- tation. ‘The dart of suspicion is instantaneous death to an ideal. Better the cold water of independence than the wine of obligation. Indifference is sometimes a better induce- ment than manifest desire. Beg and the world will refuse you; make | rigid terms and it will beg to serve you. Those who would be protected by a thorn must in turn seek protec- tion from a thorn, Instead of setting guard against a friend let one rather assume indif- ference to an enemy. The woman did not commit Adam's sin by eating the fruit for him ; she only said how sweet it was. Man's curse is his gift of dominion over the lower orders. The power is in his hands and will be exercised to the utmost limit and to the jeop- ardization of his own soul. KATHERINE GROSJRAN, THE ADDITIONAL VOCABULARY. Author —"\ have just completed a story of three hundred thousand words.” : His friend —* How is that possible? There are but a hundred and fifty thousand words in the language.’ Author —" Ab, but this is a dialect story.” Tue warrer —" 1) Mr. Mitpmay —** What's this?” ‘THE WAITER —"*A quarther, sor. Oi saw yez lift that bit av hair from th’ \ butther, sor, widout raisin’ a row in th’ pless, an’ yez well deserve th’ thribute, sor. ONE REASON. SeYVHY do the evening papers get out a postscript?” “They are run on the feminine plan and get all the news in the P.S." 6 AN AWFUL PROSPECT. ERE tong we will have the chrysanthemum days, And the dudes will resemble walking bouquets, Fie tt St oad MING THE INEVITABLE, . Dawson —"* Pelham, our pastor hi patience. Shall [fix you up a little in be Mr. Dewson —"'Is he going to read it? M Yes, dear.” Mr. D just pull the comforter over my head, will you? T think I feel a draft, composed a little poem on A BUSINESS TRANSACTION, ‘SHAVE you seen the marriage notice of Miss Moneta Dimmond to Count Rakestag >” No, my dear; but Moneta showed me the bill of sale—something the minister called a certificate.” AN IRRELEVANT QUESTION. Snooper —" Before you go, doctor, 1 want to ask you one question.” Dr. Paresis —" Wel, Snooper —"Are grass widows particularly susceptible to hay-fever?” NO RISK THERE, ON A DULL DAY. Bagley —" 1 wish you would go into that air-ship scheme with me.” ign fOSeNBAUM (lalding fo himself) —Falsetto—* Now much do T ged on dis Bailey —" No; that's entirely too risky. Besides, I'm in another deal Bass —"" Ven dollar, It hes a law." just now, Falsetto—"* Can'd vou maig id Ag?” Rae retake Pa Bass — ‘Ten or ged oud. Bag ley —" Any risk about it? . . x Falsetto —" Vell, led her go. Bailey —" None whatever. I'm trying to get up a corner in corn. Natural —" | made me a goot drade dot time. It vos vort a hundert.”” comicbooks.com