Judge, 1891-11-28 · page 7 of 20
Judge — November 28, 1891 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains multiple short humorous pieces typical of late-19th-century American satirical magazines. **"My Thanksgiving"** is a poem by Ella Higginson that humorously subverts sentimental Thanksgiving gratitude. While others thank God for noble things (triumph, honor), the speaker admits she's thankful only if paid enough for her sonnet to buy luxury items—a boa or ostrich feathers. It satirizes both pretentious poetry and materialism. **The remaining items** are brief comedic dialogues exploiting ethnic stereotypes and period humor: misused grammar ("Blumenthal's Cheap Printer"), puns on "high horse," marital grumbling, and a joke about Congress timing avoiding Thanksgiving interference. The cartoons illustrate these jokes with period-appropriate illustrations. **Context for moderns:** This reflects Gilded Age attitudes—ethnic caricature was standard entertainment, consumer materialism was emerging as a satirical target, and Thanksgiving was already becoming a family obligation rather than spiritual observance. The page is primarily **humorous filler content**, not political commentary.
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MY THANKSGIVING. OOL blows the wind from out the west to-day ; Blue as a violet prairie rolls the sea; The frost lies white on forest and on lea And sets its jewels flaming on the way Where children’s feet go dancing down to play. The sky is blue as steel; and yon pine-tree Drops burrs, like rosaries, slow and silently“. Heigh-ho! one sun will bring Thanksgiving day, And some will offer thanks for gold or fame, And others for some triumph over wrong. Still others for some hotiored, empty name — But / will offer thanks both deep anid long If for this sonnet I am paid enough To buy a boa or an ostrich ruff. RLLA MiccINsoN. te IT WAS THEIR FAULT. - BLUMENTHAL - | on “Say, Hollins, I never noticed it afore. What : ails them feet o' yourn ?” CHEAP PRINTER? Hottins—* My wimmen-folks uster play ‘This little pig went ter market’ with 'm too much when I was a kid, DID SHE USE A SIDE-SADDLE? S¢GUE got on her high horse again this afternoon,” said Miss Bleecker to her Boston friend. ‘What was the present occasion of her mounting her altitudinous equine?” asked Miss Emerson. READY FOR MORE. Mrs, Tomdik—* We ought to be happy on this Thanks- giving day. I'm sure we have much to be thankful for.” Tomdik— Yes; but I feel that I could be thankful for a great deal more if we had it to be thankful for.” VERY THOUGHTFUL. Mrs, Cumso—"1 wonder why the session of congress is arranged to begin on the first Monday of December in- stead of the first Monday of November. Cumso—" The idea was to have nothing interfere with the enjoyment of Thanksgiving day. SOLICITOUS CARE. * Foreman —"' Dot von't do. Vy you put all * S's" inshtead ohf tollar-marks on dot cirgular?” Composrror—"* I couldn’ help it, so safe me! Ven der ole man vent home Sadurday nighd he locked all der tollar-mark types up in der safe unt he ain’d come down yed.” A NEW INDUCE- MENT. +6] PERE'S the latest thing out,” said the grocery- man; “‘a parachute goes with each kerosene-can.” UNNECESSARY. Fangle—“Let us go and take a look at the men- agerie.” Cuniso—" No, V don't want to, I've just been looking at some Croton water through a micro- scope.’ A SAFEGUARD. Vought you wuz agoi mek a Turkey Gobbler (gloom- specch, a a’ poleetical meetin’ las’, ="Thanksgivng iscom- EFFERSON—'* So T wuz—but T : didn’ have de nerve t' mek de speech Mrs. Gobbler —“Yes, widest eae diinkroroteeraad is Hees : fore = THE THANKSGIVING-DAY DANCE AT SHADE CROSSING. when I felt like mekin’ it, | couldn’ CaF. adn t you better ge Mr. Lecrrimg Bronson—‘‘All right, Miss Wallinf'd; I know it's yo’ nex’ turn talk.” your life insured ? wivout yo’ clappin’ meh on d’ back fer t’ remine meh. comicbooke cos