Judge, 1892-06-25 · page 5 of 18
Judge — June 25, 1892 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This page contains multiple short satirical jokes typical of Judge magazine's humor: **"The Extent of His Ability"** mocks a writer named Barrows as only suitable for pantomime scripts—implying he can't write real dialogue. **"It Would Be Appreciated"** satirizes a baseball fan's absurd scheme to redistribute runs between games, poking fun at sports enthusiasts' impractical ideas. **"Extended Sympathy"** jokes darkly about a man's delirium tremens (alcohol withdrawal), with his wife sarcastically claiming she can now "sympathize" with his suffering wife. **"A Secret"** features wordplay about club letters standing for something embarrassing one won't admit. **"Among the Chicago Four Thousand"** and other vignettes mock social climbers and Chicago society figures. **The "Where?" section** references Ravachol, a famous French anarchist, satirizing French courage in the face of bombings—combining a parent's fears with a child's prank. These are light, observational humor pieces targeting everyday social pretension, sports fans, drunkenness, and international politics.
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THE EXTENT OF HIS ABILITY. ¢¢]S BARROWS a bright writer?” <' “Well, I don’t like to say that he isn’t. He's just the man for the words for a pantomime.” IT WOULD BE APPRECIATED. Trivvet — I have a great base-ball scheme.” Dicer—* What is it?” Trivvet— Establish a clearing-house for runs. When one club makes say twelve runs and its opponent only five, let six runs be taken to win the game and store up the other six for the next contest.” A CASE OF EXTENDED SYMPATHY. Bixco—" That was a sad thing about Witherby. The poor fellow has had the delirium tremens.” Mas. BINco—" Now I understand what his wife meant when she spoke of his illness this morning. She said she could sympathize with me.” A SECRET. . Wat DO. your club letters, B. S., stand for?" You won't tell, will you?” “Oh, no.” “Then why should 12” AWFUL. *sQAD ABOUT Ss Hicl AMONG THE (CHICAGO) FOUR THOUSAND. “What was Dotsert—* Who's the lady with the colonel?" that? A PAYING JoB. * That's Mrs, General Passenger Agent Mifiles of the Pool «Swvallowed his Mas, O'Reiiy—'"Shure, Of've jist landed an’ OL teeth and bit a hole want a place. Where kin Oi git wan?” in {his liver.” Orricer FLANNerY —"'Call on ‘Zim,’ at Juvce, ‘There's a fortune in your mug.” WHERE? PARISIAN (chez fui)—'* Sacré mille tonneres! si quelques explosions peu- vent intimider le jury de ce coquin de Ravachol ; ot donc est le courage des : 4 rangais 7 The PaRistan's MoPEPUL (who has crept up behind his dad, exploding an pe inflated paper bag)—'* Boom !—m !—m!!—! Free transtati __ PARISIAN (in the bosom of his family)—" Thunderation! if a few explo- sions can intimidate the jury of this scoundrel Ravachol, where then is the courage of the French?” comicbooks.com