Judge, 1892-03-26 · page 4 of 16
Judge — March 26, 1892 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three separate humor pieces from *Judge* magazine: **"A Lenten Lay"** is a romantic poem about a man pining for a woman who's observing Lenten fasting (the Catholic pre-Easter period). She's pious and austere at church, contrasting with her lively dancing from the previous week. The satire gently mocks both religious devotion and male romantic frustration. **"In School"** presents quick comedic exchanges between teachers and students—basic joke-book material about misunderstood definitions and a new boy's mishaps (removing clothes when told to remove his overcoat, etc.). The humor relies on literal interpretation and physical comedy. **"Not Much"** is a racist dialect joke featuring two Black characters (labeled "Sambo" and "Mose") discussing freckles and insults, using offensive phonetic spelling. This represents the casual racial mockery common in period humor magazines. The bottom strip, **"Mistakes of a Morning,"** shows an office boy's various blunders on his first day—starting fires, flooding floors, pulling elevator ropes—slapstick humor typical of early-20th-century comic strips.
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A LENTEN LAY. ~ ITH dowacast eyes and lips devout ‘She kneels to pray across the aisle ; Yet 1, poor sinner, can but look And ponder on her charms the while ‘The sunlight falls upon her She heeds it not, het mind °s i On grave responses, and she dreams Of fasting-days sans cakes and creams— She's keepin, Lent. Heigho! "Twas but a week ago We danced the whole long evening through, And, by the gods! fair Terpsichore Had not such grace divine as you. But while I dream of pleasures vain Her thoughts are on the sermon bent ; She does not know that I am here. My saint is sad and yet austere— She's keeping Lent. IN SCHOOL, Teacher —* What is quickness ? Scholar—" Quick ness is when a person drops a hot plate.” “* Me father read in de paper red a new boy, so here Lam." Ha, ha! You are certainly original. ‘I'll try you. So take off your clothes and I will give you some- thing to do.” 2. **Goodness! and hat. 6. “I didn’t tell volcano, young fellow.” what are you doing? I only meant your overcoat A REASON. oe HAT makes the aristoc- racy of England so ex- clusive, | wonder ?” “Their debts, most likely. I know lots of tradesmen who refuse to have anything to do with them.” A FORTUNE IN IT. Burley—"So you're going to make a musician of your son Tommy, are you >” Bagley—"Yes, indeed. Why. se he's got a fortune in that head “#¢ Yo had freckles. warts. Where is de insultin’ rascal 7" 3. ‘Here, here, here! sprinkle 4 some water on the floor.” essary to flood the place. that up quick.” Prexine Room] 8. ‘Hi, hi! Bless my soul if 7" Well, stop. Ring that bell and tell —_he hasn't pulled the clevator-rope!” Mr. Jones" — MISTAKES OF A MORNING; OR, THE BLUNDERS OF A BRAND-NEW BOY, NOT MUCH. SAmBo—" Mose Washington, I yerd a fella insultin’ yo dis mawnin’— sayin’ Mose —* Who's got freckles ! Who's got freckles ! “ Hold on there ! it isn’t nec- Now mop Oh, saintly one, have you forgot ‘That shadowy nook where faint perfume Of hot-house flowers came floating in And gave your cheek an added bloom ? Have you forgot the way | gave The longing of my heart free vent And touched it too? Ah, me! ‘tis past : ‘The sermon 's done: this psalm 's the last— She's keeping Lent. The church is out. She deigns to glance With sober eyes across the aisle. a A little bow—oh, angel mine, Where is, alas! thy old-time smile ? Can it be true—T pause to think— By such reserve a slight is meant ? But no, I'm wrong; her thoughts profound ‘Tread naught to-day but sacred ground— She's keeping Lent. cunistine GRurrin, Dem ain’ freckles, dey’s 5. ‘Look out! don't get so reckless You had better make a fire and dry the rest out." Bov WANTED Moor 1 DIO comicbooks.co