Judge, 1891-10-17 · page 7 of 16
Judge — October 17, 1891 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from the satirical magazine *Judge* contains multiple brief humor pieces typical of the era. **"Her Pocket"** (main poem with illustration): Satirizes women's fashion by depicting a woman's frantic search for pockets in her elaborate gown. The humor relies on the contemporary complaint that fashionable women's clothing lacked functional pockets—a genuine grievance. The exaggerated contortions and physical comedy emphasize the absurdity of impractical dress design. **Other sketches** include wordplay and social observations: a widow painting her eyelids black "in mourning," commentary on sentence structure, a conductor preventing political discussion on trains, and cannibals complaining about "reformed actor" missionaries being tough/hammy (a pun). The overall tone reflects *Judge's* satirical approach to fashion, gender roles, and social conventions of the period. These are light, domestic humor pieces rather than hard political satire—typical of the magazine's mixed content format.
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HER POCKET. GAZED upon her as she stood, ‘And lost in admiration I praised her lovely gown, which was ‘A most superb creation. A triumph of the modiste’s art, That costume closely fitting ; Her pride revealed itself in smiles That o'er her face were flitting. Then suddenly I asked of her ‘The joyous smile fled from her lips (Not thinking of the shock it And left them white behind it Would give the darling, tender girl), As, with a strong, determined look, “Where have they put your pocket?" She made a dive to find it. Her arm shot out, her back curved in An upward switch she gave her skirt— 4 In wonderful contortion. It really was quite shocking — j SL she struggied s0, I begged of her A petticoat of lace revealed % To please proceed with caution, And just a glimpse of stocking. “Twas then her arm received a twist ‘That wrenched it from its socket ; Yet through the pain, in triumph, she HONESTLY ANSWERED. Declared she'd found her pocket. 9 Botssy —'* Beg pawdon, doe? my ovah-coat annoy you?" MITTENS WILLETT. Freety —‘ Not a mite, boss.” EXPLAINED. ++] WONDER why that widow, Mrs. Hitterby, paints the edges of her eyelids black.” “In memory of Hitterby. It’s a mourning border just like that on her stationery.” INCOMPLETE. Gazzam (looking up from the newspaper)—" That's the longest sentence I ever heard of.” Mrs. Gazzam —* What?” Gazzam—" Fifty years.” Mrs. Gazzam (who was once a school-teacher) — “It isn’t a sentence at all. It has no verb.” A THRILLING INCIDENT. Nervous old lady —* My land! What has the train stopped for? They ain't train-robbers, be they ?” Conductor —"Worse than that, mum. They're putting off a man who tried to take a political straw in the smoker.” IF SO, WHY? Mr, Oldboy —" Do you believe matches are made in heaven?” Mr. Newlymarried—"1 do, indeed.” iar orn AN EXTEMEORE GYMNASIUM? Mr. Oldboy —“ Then how the deuce can they ship Man Buowte 8 les noctetleer sass i Tbioged thisledge may tors BUfene oth house wetness aaa eeanals and ocala oboe poor Phelim th’ goat has hod no pless t’ exychise.”” fora dime? Amero — ONE ROAD TO WEALTH. PUBLISHERS would make a good thing of it if they would print novels for young ladies with the last chapter following immediately upon the preface. STONY GROUND. Satvationist (holding up his man) —" My friend, you didn’t know you were on the road to perdition, did you ? Jack—"Yes. Talk to somebody that's lost.” DISCHARGED THE DUKE. First flunkey—*'Ow do you laike the juke of Whimpleton, Snaw- ley? Second flunkey— Hi ‘ates ‘im. Hive given of ‘im notice. "FE. leaves me hon the fust.”” BAD CATERING. First cannibal—‘\'m going to write a letter of complaint to the missionary societ} AT VASSAR. Second cannibal —* What's the matter?” PENELOPE Every tongue in college was wagging yesterday. You ought First cannibal—"That last missionary they sent was a reformed? e Ue Bick (in a tremor of curiosity) —“" What over?! actor, and I hate ham. : . pore PENEtore (quietly) —* Gum. comicbooks.com