Judge, 1892-02-27 · page 10 of 18
Judge — February 27, 1892 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Judge* contains multiple short humorous pieces typical of late 19th-century American satirical magazines: **"Cupid's Catholicon"** is a romantic poem with accompanying illustration, playing on the Victorian literary convention of lovesick verse. **"The Reason for It"** jokes about Ludlow Street Jail (a New York debtors' prison), suggesting imprisoned debtors might gamble their way to paying debts—dark humor about poverty and incarceration. **"February's Mission"** depicts a tailor dunning a customer ("Hardup") for payment, with wordplay on the calendar (February being the shortest month). **Multiple detective cartoons** feature two policemen discussing suspicious characters—apparently bomb-throwers or criminals—reflecting contemporary anxieties about anarchist violence and urban crime. **"Romance and Reality"** contrasts romantic promises with mundane domestic reality (lamb chops for breakfast). The remaining sketches involve small domestic and commercial comedies: coal pessimism, a young couple courting, and parental objections to suitors. The overall tone reflects turn-of-the-century urban American humor: cynical about debt, class relations, and crime while sentimentalizing romance.
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JUDGE The I bucket-st CUPID’S CATHOLICON. “Lam sick of love."—Canr, v., & Never H, CUPID!" quoth Psyche, * my heart peace Still craves of thy quiver a boon. tion Oil. Oh, drop with your tip-tilted dart From the bowl of a souvenir spoon incrpa A love-tinctured crystal of bliss wish Ty On the lips of my rapturous pain assistant Till they in sweet ecstasy hiss Like lightning through ravels of rain.” Then Cupid, ambushed in'a rose “Yoo That swooned at the throat of Colles Clarice, Impaling the crystal that glows ‘And burns in a lover's first kiss, Quoth, “* Psyche, sweet Psyche, take this, ‘This cure for an amorous swoon. 'Tis a sweet little dewdrop of bliss From souls in a souvenir spoon.” £ EDWIN 5, HOPKINS, af AT A LONG-BRANCH HOTEL. THE REASON FOR IT. Guest (opening door suddenly) —"* Fill me dis pail dot bitcher oud : +e THEY used to put a man in Ludlow-street jail when he couldn't pay unt if anypody enkvires for me at der ohfice dell dem I vos mein bath takin his debts, didn’t they?” Pa “Yes, They had a hope that he'd win enough there at poker to ROMANCE AND REALITY. a . 3 ie liquidate. ++GEORGE,” she said, “if you must go (the hour was one in the & FEBRUARY’S MISSION. morning) promise me one thing.” and prev Tailor —"\ can't wait any longer. I gave you a whole month to “I will, dearest,” he replied.“ What is it THE pay it.” “Stop and tell the butcher to send us up some lamb-chops for Hardup—Say, be reasonable. When I agreed to it I forgot that breakfast.” : it was a short month.” ‘And so they parted. ‘ ] , E ! ALMOST AS BAD. First perective—* That man is a cer Vee bomb-thrower, or / never see one.” Fixst perective—" Look out! He is getting SUPE CRED POMB.ITROR TR Mo wies gene, SECOND DKTECTI Ie looks very something out of his satchel and it looks like a"— miens.lo present, you with #. sample: ot! Wingate-s corm ‘ Cone Gas We Will fellow hia cure and pimple-eradicator. A GLOOMY VIEW. ST HE total coal output of this country ex- ceeds a million tons,” remarked the op- timist. Al “Yes,” replied the pessimist; “but it all Fors goes up in smoke.” { 35 Cer SOUGHT AND FOUND. 5 SPR THEY rode together, nicely paired, or shud And, bolder grown, at last he dared To place his arm around her waist. Angry, she cried, "* Your arm's misplaced ! I can support myself.” ** You can?” RF Said he with joy. ‘Then I'm your man, Q For years I've sought for such as you. Rg Pray set the wedding-day, dear, do.” nmoseve. | 8 HIS OBJECTION. . Clara —" George seems to be a clever young E man, papa.” Papa —" Yes; George is all right.” B Clara —"Then why do you object to our Y ssi SE Ne att union?” Huvory O'Rourke —" Here’s long life to yer, The SRocer's poy —"' Hold on, Tim, till I get ket 5 si F tg pard, May yer niver work while"—— (Biff!) Fe a brick, and Til bif that tomato-can off therein Papa—" He's a rain-maker, and if there's ere, fen, gard De cyclone nade Pies a jiffy.” anything I hate to carry it’s an umbrella.” mentioned is here."* goo toc! ness comicbooks.com