Judge, 1892-01-16 · page 10 of 16
Judge — January 16, 1892 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page from Judge contains several short satirical pieces typical of late-19th-century humor magazines: **"Since Simpson Went Away"** is a sentimental dialect poem about a rural wife missing her cranky, quarrelsome husband while he's at a religious conference. The humor lies in the contradiction: she complains he's ornery and argumentative, yet misses him terribly—a gentle mockery of domestic life. **The other brief jokes** mock various social types: a suicidal man too weak to act, a debtor wishing he owed money, a tramp unfazed by threats, marital disagreements, and a Brooklyn police roundsman. **"Sunday in Brooklyn"** depicts working-class Irish characters (suggested by dialect like "ould lady" and "Sassenach"), with one avoiding work on Sunday by pretending his cart is broken. The cartoons use exaggerated facial features and working-class settings typical of Judge's approach to humor—mocking rural folk, immigrants, and lower-class characters through dialect and caricature. The tone is lighthearted mockery rather than vicious satire.
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SENCE SIMPSON WENT AWAY. ENCE Simpson went to conference I know his voice is riz on high The hours crawls slowly by, A-shoutin’ hymns o’ praise ; An’ every now an’ then I ketch I know his groans is deep an’ loud A wetness in my eye. When preachers ask a raise. I sense it’s juty calls him thar, I see his buzzum heave, I see An’ yit—old fool I be— His clinchin’ fistis lock ; I've hed him onderfoot so long But oh! I druther hev him here I miss him po'rfully. A-growlin’ at the stock ; Lon’y hev to shet my eyes A-squabblin’ with the neighbor-men, To see him settin’ thar An’ hangin’ ‘round the place, Amongst ‘em in the meetin’-house, A corn-cob pipe betwix’ his lips, Big-boned an’ tall an’ spar’. A scowl acrost his face. I sight his freckled face, his head I pine to see the critter ‘round, All slick with ile an’ comb; A-whittlin' with his knife, I'm mighty proud o' him, an’ yit A-sassin’ back at me as big I wisht ‘et he was home. An’ jest as mean as life. H.W. MC GLASON, A LIGHT-WEIGHT. Nixon—* I wish you would take this pistol and blow my brains out.” Dixon — “Why don't you sneeze?” HIS DESIRE. Trotter — 1 don't owe you five dollars, do 1?” Barlow—" No.” Trotter—“ Well, I say, old man, I'd like to.” HE WASN’T AFRAID. Ss] F YOU don't go away,” said Mrs. Cubbage to the persistent tramp, “I'll set the dog on you.” “That dog, mum?” “Yes, that dog.” “You can't do it, mum, ‘That dog isn’t a setter.” WHERE THE ANIMAL PREDOMI Joun—" Jane, what have yer done with tl left frum breakfast ?" Janz —"'I gave it to the child.” Joun—“' blame yer nonsensical souls, didn't yer know I is not found every day, George.” Z war savin’ it fer the pup?” Helm Pahaw lol aan une TO ERR IS HUMAN. worthy of your great devotion to me.” aed rere es Cees seeking 46 is She—"No, you're not. By the way. I can get that wrap for forty-seven dollars and a leyators I've hearn so much about. Mighty onhandy half if I take it to-day.” things to get up and down on, though.” ee | Ree ene Mt Lgese Bur eh f WOMAN'S DIPLOMACY. She—" Love such as yours Pasi ON TAAE SUNDAY IN BROOKLYN. RounDsMan (on excise duty) —" I'm gl closed up, Murphy. T'd hate to pull you, but I'd have to if you Munvny (whe has had a tip from the ot drive or Oi'd be out walkin’ wid th’ ould lady.” ‘ide) —"* Oi had a few nails t° Murruy —* The sassenach’s shkipped, fellys!” “St days, them. in whic Boston Mrs. Teethir all pair bottle. Jail in’ that “ Why “He's Chicag Guss Country it's very a man Boston Cy Alt reached son, Tof th Pullm from Ct Francis« Excur 261 Broa 29 Sout Montrea Clevelan Toronto St. Loui JOH? Have writ comicbooks.com