Judge, 1891 · page 54 of 69
Judge — 1891 — page 54: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Judge* magazine contains several satirical cartoons: **"An Apposition of Sizes"** contrasts a small stranger seeking to sell poetry to a large editor with a huge man towering over children at a newspaper office—satirizing scale and proportion in publishing. **"The Hatchet Not Buried"** depicts two Civil War veterans (Union and Confederate) who recognize each other from a specific battle (Gaines's Mill). The humor lies in their unexpected reunion: one shot the other through the ear decades ago, and the victim has apparently been searching for his shooter all these years, greeting him with mock aggression ("mink-hearted buzzard"). This satirizes the lingering resentments and personal grudges from the Civil War, suggesting old wounds—literal and figurative—weren't truly healed despite official reconciliation efforts. **"The 'Exclusive' Cigar-Holder"** shows a device designed to redirect cigar smoke away from the smoker's face—a humorous commentary on absurd consumer inventions and bourgeois vanity. The overall tone reflects *Judge*'s satirical approach to American social and political issues of its era.
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JUDGE'S ANNUAL. AN APPOSITION OF SIZES. Epitor or THe ‘Fairy Brewer" Py chim! dot vos too mooch! SrRanGer—"* Any chance ter sell yer some number one poetry, boss ? Who ict dot feller climb upon dot partitions yoost now?” THE HATCHET NOT BURIED. VETERAN IN BLUE—'‘I can't be mistaken, Weren't you at Gaines’s Mill?” VETERAN IN GRAY—"' I was.” VETERAN IN ULUE—'* Weren't you shot through the left ear in a hand-to- VETERAN IN GRAY—"' Well, I've been lookin’ fer you fer ‘bout twenty-seven hand conflict?” years, you mink-hearted buzzard, you !"” VETERAN IN GRAY—'I was.” VETERAN IN BLUE—"' I'm the man who did it.” THE “EXCLUSIVE” CIGAR-HOLDER Designed to prevent getting bad cigar-smoke in the owner's face. comicbooks.com