Judge, 1892-08-20 · page 10 of 16
Judge — August 20, 1892 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page contains multiple brief satirical sketches typical of Judge's humor: **"The Proper Word"** mocks malapropisms—Bronson deliberately misuses "varicose vein" (a medical condition) instead of "various vein," playing on Hicks's use of "bellicose" and "jocose." The joke is the deliberate linguistic confusion. **"Good Game"** appears to satirize African American dialect humor (common but offensive in period satire), with someone listing game birds hunted. **"He Saves Many Lives"** jokes that Dr. Paresis succeeds not through medical knowledge but because his typewritten prescriptions are illegible—patients can't actually take the wrong medicine. **"The Little Finger Does It"** depicts working-class characters using improvised fishing equipment as clothing. **"All Planned"** is a romance joke: the woman agrees to marry only if she can choose where to build their home—implying she'll choose expensively, at his expense. These are lightweight social humor and wordplay typical of Judge's satirical content.
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up. See? THE PROPER WORD. ssHE WAS jocose and bellicose this morning,” said Hicks of Mawson. “I never knew such a contradictory mood as he was in,” “I've often seen him in a varicose vein myself,” returned Bronson. GOOD GAME, ** Did yo’ hab any luck gunnin’ fo" birds, Mr. Shootley ?” * Yes, indeed, honey—two roosters, one pullet, an’ a shanghai.” HE SAVES MANY LIVES. Bunting — Dr. Paresis is the most successful physician | know of He has marvelous success, in fact.” Larkin— He knows medicine thoroughly, I suppose?” Bunting —\t isn’t that altogether. He has his prescriptions writ- ten out on a typewriter.” f “THE LITTLE FINGER DOES IT. SyKEs—"' Oh, dat'sa fishin’-reel dat T put on fer wet weather. Watch, ‘de **Say, Sykes, what's yer doin’ wid dat reel on yer chest?" little finger does it.’ See? Whenever dey's mud I press it an’ me pants jerks | | : | | | ALL PLANNED. Citartie Harpup—"Ah, for the day, dearest, when T can call you my own— my dear, true lov. ur own dear little home !” Miss Crorsus —" Beside the sea?” A Pousse CAFE. Carus Harpur—"* Oh, anywhere that you choose to build it.” comicbooks.com