Judge, 1891 · page 13 of 69
Judge — 1891 — page 13: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three separate humorous sketches from *Judge* magazine: **"Incomprehensible"**: A man proposes to a woman without romantic gestures. She's shocked he's a Press Club member—the joke suggests journalists were considered unromantic or socially awkward. **"A Pokerish Subject"**: A poem comparing a cat looking at a king (free) to humans paying to see royalty. The "call" reference appears to allude to poker stakes—satirizing how access to the wealthy/powerful requires payment or social position. **"Within One of Detection"**: A father hears bird-singing in the hall and suspects a ventriloquist. A woman (Miss Mossley) later reveals she brought the bird, thinking Mr. Fawkes would notice. The humor lies in his obliviousness and her mild revenge for his inattentiveness. These are light domestic comedies typical of *Judge*'s humor—poking fun at courtship customs, social pretension, and gender dynamics of the Victorian/Edwardian era rather than addressing serious political issues.
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FUNNY THINGS FROM JUDGE. INCOMPREHENSIBLE, Towstey (who has popped the question among other thing: Miss Covie—"" I never should have believed it A POKERISH SUBJECT. We know by the platitude hoary, ‘Vhat ‘ta cat may look at a king,” And we also know from the story That the sight costs never a thing. It’s a point in a feline’s favor, For we know, too, one and all, That the price of a sight of a king with us Depends on who's got the call. ithout any of the usual amatory manifestations)—* Vou didn’t know, my dear, that I'ma member of the Press club, A father with a handsome, vivacious daughter of sweet eighteen. who has a plethora of beaux—the daughter has the beaux—intro- duced a music box in the parlor, and set it to strike up “* Home, Sweet Home,” at ten o'clock, as a hint for the masculine visitor to leave. It worked splendidly the first night, the young man taking the hint and his hat as soon as the tune ceased. But the next night there was a change. The strategic girl procured another music box with more pow $ latter commenced on* forth “ We Won't Go Home Till Morning,” completely drowning the sound of the “Sweet Home” organ; and peace and harmony were restored, and the boss and his machine were rebuked. WITHIN ONE OF DETECTION. Mr. Fawxes (a the cake woalt)—" Iit's bery s'prizin’, but dey mus be one 'r dem ventriuquizzers in dis yer hall, { keeps hearin’ « bird a-singin'.”” Miss Mosstry (on her arrival home}—"'Twarn't no slow kind 0° tim mer, an’ I tuk d’ cake; but, fo’ d’ |. E thought dat Mistah Fawkes he'd me one spell !" comicbooks.com