Judge, 1892-07-16 · page 4 of 16
Judge — July 16, 1892 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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This page from Judge presents several brief satirical sketches typical of late 19th-century American humor: **"Method in It"** mocks marital discord by suggesting wives deliberately quarrel to receive reconciliation gifts—satirizing both domestic friction and materialistic relationships. **"Poor Pay"** criticizes clergy salaries, with a minister claiming virtue's own reward must suffice since clergymen earn only $437 annually—social commentary on undercompensated religious workers. **"A Smart Man"** uses racist dialect humor (common to the era) featuring a Black character named Rastus, reflecting period prejudices. **"Going Her One Better"** jokes about a socialite's reception being more prestigious because she hired six detectives versus five at a rival's event—mocking wealthy pretension. **"Breath"** appears to be a humorous child's composition about breathing, likely satirizing innocently flawed children's essays. **"Mr. Lushington"** suggests a man claiming to be abroad has actually entered an alcohol treatment facility—the "gold cure" being a contemporary medical treatment for alcoholism. **"A Sad Story"** presents a brief, ironic dialogue about a woman who married someone else. The page is primarily humor rather than political satire.
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JUDGE METHOD IN IT. $¢TO QUARREL with your husband So often can't be pleasant.” “But, yes,” she smiled, “For, reconciled, He always brings a present.” have R foe: SENT JUDE aa Am with POOR PAY. Snively—"Do you believe that virtue is its own reward ?” Snodgrass—"1 think it must be. The average salary of clergymen in the United States is four hundred and thirty-seven dollars per annum.” A SMART MAN. +e RASTUS kissed me on bofe lips larst night,” said Dinah, “ Gwuffum hyah! Not bofe Monday. at once, chile?” 2 ‘Thursday. 1—Tue POET'S PRONT DOOR; OR, OPERA WITHOUT WORDS. 2—THE POET'S FRONT DOOR; OR, OPERA WITHOUT WorDs. * GOING HER ONE BETTER. BREATH. [Little J, Smith's composition.) BREATH is made of air. We breathe always with our lungs, and sometimes with our livers, except at night, when our breath keeps life going through our noses while we are asleep. If it wasn’t for our breath we should die whenever we slept. Boys that stay in a room all day should not breathe; they should wait till they get out-doors ; for a lot of boys staying in a room make carbonicide. And carbonicide is more poisonous than mad dogs, though not just the same way. It does not bite, but that is no matter as long as it kills you. Clubberly —" Do you think your reception is going to be as much of a success as Miss van Winkle’s?” Miss Pinkerly—" Oh dear, yes! Why, she had only five detectives at hers, and there are six here.” MR. LUSHINGTON. THEY say that he abroad has gone, I smile; the trick is old, sure ! The truth is he has just withdrawn ‘A while to take the gold cure. DID NOT Miss Julia in?” Ma. Stunps—'*No; she went out a-walkin’ jest a bit ago.” Miss Gait—* Did she take her fiancé with her?" Mr. Stunss—[—I don't bilieve she did. She jest got home las’ night an’ I kinder guess she hain't onpacked it yit.” JNDERSTAND. HOW HE TOOK IT. A SAD STORY. Bagley—"1 say, Downey. did it ever strike you that pretty MiSs romarte of youre Civh Mies Te boenge eae Mr. Barker, How's that little Yerkes was way off in her grammar?" * Miss Robinson is no more.” Downey —" No; I have never noticed it.” SHE—“ What! dead?” Bagley—"Well, U have. Confidentially, I asked her to marry me the BARKERS" No; married”, other night and she said, ‘Mr. Downey, I'm not going to marry nobody.’ * Barxer—"No. She maried me” = comicbooks.com