Judge, 1891-10-24 · page 10 of 16
Judge — October 24, 1891 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several unrelated satirical pieces typical of late 19th/early 20th-century humor journalism: **"A Rare Medicine"** mocks the era's tendency to prescribe "self-denial" as a cure-all for modern ailments—overwork, neuralgia, nervousness. The satire suggests Victorian society blamed personal weakness rather than systemic problems for health issues. **"She Has a Musical Ear"** jokes about a child's innocent logic: learning heaven means eternal singing, she refuses to go if her father will be there singing constantly—implying marital discord. **"A Sure Sign"** quips that the college glee club's arrival looks like fire (their singing is bad). **"A Broad-Gauge Hearing Apparatus"** depicts an older man struggling with a telephone—satirizing new technology's complexity for the elderly. "Broad-gauge" likely references railroad terminology, extending the mechanical metaphor. The remaining pieces are brief one-liners about Irish servants, flirtation, and fighting—typical period humor. The page reflects Judge's formula of mixed social satire and light comedic vignettes.
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A RARE MEDICINE, (This is not a patent-medicine advertivement,) RE you sick at the heart and discouraged, my man? Do you try to do more than you honestly can? Have you over-exerted your body and brain By plodding and striving with might and with main? Take thou a phial Of self-denial ! Has dyspepsia claimed you for one of its own? Does neuralgia threaten your wits to dethrone? Is there on your whole system a terrible drain ? Have you never a moment of freedom from pain? ‘Turn your mind's dial Toward self-denial ! Are you nervous and restless and never at ease ? Is your head all afire while your ankle-joints freeze? Does your spinal arrangement seem breaking in twain? Do you feel just as though you were going insane? Give it a trial, s self-denial ! ADDISON YLETCHRR ANDREWS. he'd been th’ liveliest wan at th’ wake.’ SHE HAS A MUSICAL EAR. here, Frances, and let mamma tell her little girl about caven. “That's where the dear Lord lives, isn’t it, mamma?” “Yes; and it is such a happy place. All the good people go there when they die, and they all have harps and sing day and night.” Will everybody sing, “Yes, my dear.” “Will papa sing?” “Oh, yes.” “ All the time?” “Yes, love.” “Then I don’t want to THE flea is constantly looking for a mansion in the Skye. SSIMIST. MAN OF THE HOUSE What's the trouble, James?" James —** Why, sor, th roan mare kicked me on th’ ribs this mornin’, sor, an’ I belave some of me ribs be broken.” (Groans.) z—** Oh, there's no ribs broken, I'm sure, or 1g about.” A SURE SIGN. oe W! 1Y, look at the Beach house. It appears to be on fire.” “Well, it isn’t. What you sce is ci; The Pale college glee club has arrived.” GOT WHAT HE WANTED. TOUGH strange, I can but think it I find it cause for laughter— The man who's spoiling for a fight Finds out he's more spoilt after. AN ARTFUL MAID. Mother —" Why, Rosalie, I thought you were going driving with Mr. de Riche. Wat are you wearing black for?” Rosalie —" You know the poor fellow is in mourning for his wife, and I want to show my sympathy.” igarette smoke. A BROAD-GAUGE HEARING APPARATUS. Mr. ATCHISON (who hears some swocaring going on)—"'Is anything the matter, sir?” Uncie Bi.uinas —" Matter? I should say they wuz, I never tried one ‘r these blamed tellypones yit but what I got it ketched in my ear,” comicbooks.com us th wi