Judge, 1892-07-23 · page 6 of 16
Judge — July 23, 1892 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Judge* magazine contains several satirical pieces reflecting late 19th/early 20th-century social attitudes: **"A Sixth Tenant"** (top): A poem mocking social climbing. A young cashier-turned-saleswoman rejects her long-faithful male coworker's marriage proposal because he hasn't "risen" professionally. The satire's punchline: she ends up kissing the elevator operator—implying her ambitions are hollow and her judgment poor. **"Professional Jealousy"** (middle): A brief joke about a man unable to serenade his girlfriend because her father's dog drowns him out by howling—absurdist humor. **"A Bleecker-Street Exposé"** (bottom): Features racist dialect humor depicting African American characters in a confrontation, reflecting the era's deeply offensive entertainment conventions. **"Thought He Was Home"** (right): A drunk husband's excuse about attending a political rally (Harrison/Reid ratification) is mocked by his suspicious wife. The page reflects *Judge*'s satirical targets: female ambition, class pretension, and romantic folly—though presented through lenses now recognized as socially regressive.
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BAM 39 TSIEN G@ TAT RAVER OO IDN Ly FFROM cash-girl in an apron long and black, With unkempt hair that straggled down her back, And sallow cheeks and voice distressing thin, That never lisped beyond a yeth or no, She's come to Le the head saleslady in ‘The hosiery department. She's coiffured Clytie- wise, Gowned tailorly, and has a lingual flow ‘That daunts us all, from chore-boys set a-row And porters stout who ‘open up” below To our gray senior “ guy” with goggled eyes. And all these years I've been the firm's cashier, With straight, undoctored books and conscience clear, On stipend small ; yet I have laid away Against betrothment-gifts and wedding-day A pretty decent sum. I've seen her grow To woman's sweet estate; watched roses blow On lip and cheek, all in a little while. She used to glance up at my desk and smile; And as I made her "change" I looked and read In her great lucent eyes |-o-v-e— Or thought I did—which must have been what led Me to mine declaration terse, which said, “Oh, leave the store and come and work for me!” I'd paid her car-fare three succeeding days, And in her favor felt secure before I made the break. She heard me in amaze, And * in tones that chilled me to the core She said, "* You think but very ill of me. Zam ambitious. I shall marry none Who does not rise, go up, each day. Of those who are content to ever be At the same level till eternity.” You're one This happened ‘bout a year ago—not quite ; ‘And now the beau-ideal of her plan She has, I think. For going out to-night I saw her kiss the elevator-man, RDWARD W, BARNARD. =— L PROFESSIONAL JEALOUSY. Chappie—" Did you ever go to serenade your girl?” IWeggie—" No; her father's dog isn’t appreciative. do all the howling himself.” He wants to A BLEECKE Mx, ‘TiincHast—"' Mistah Tukesbury, yo" is de wust kind ob a fraud. Mr. Tukesnuxy—* Whad yo' say, niggah? L-look out whad yo’ say, yo" brack croc‘dile! I thunder on yo’, yo’ don’ be keerful.”” EXPOSE. THOUGHT HE WAS HOME, “'Shorry (ie). my love, that I couldn't get home (hic) b'fore; but had t’ go "Rah!" (Aie) t' ratification Har'son 'n’ Reid. (Feebly.) Mr. TILtincast (making a sudden grab)—"* Vo" specs yo’ kin come swellin’ roun’ yo’ fren’s wiv a piece ob brack paste-bohd chucked roun’ yo’ las summer's dicer fer ter mek um feel jeallus ! DIDN’T UNDECEIVE HER. ‘6 D)ID she marry for money?” “Yes, She thought he had a million. nd he wasn’t man enough to undeceive her ?" “You coulda’t blame the fellow. He didn’t know her well enough to talk about finance.” A SARCASTIC REPLY. Trotter —" Going year?" Barlow—" No, | don’t expect to— not this year, nor next year, nor the following year, nor the year after, un- less I make more money, and then I won't want to go.” abroad this. Da's whad yo' do,” comicbooks.com