Judge, 1892-10-15 · page 5 of 16
Judge — October 15, 1892 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several satirical pieces typical of late 19th-century American humor: **"Old Chocolate's Jocoserious Chat"** features dialect humor presenting African American folk wisdom in exaggerated plantation speech. The character dispenses homespun philosophy about poverty, resilience, and human nature—a common (though now offensive) format of the era. **"The Fashionable Physician"** mocks wealthy doctors as pillars of society who primarily serve the elite, satirizing class-based medical practice. **"Business-Like of Him"** jokes darkly about a widower marrying quickly to pay his first wife's funeral expenses—commenting on economic desperation among the working class. **"She Was Mercenary"** uses dialect humor to satirize materialism in courtship, with a woman accused of marrying for money. **"An Illustrative Shampoo"** depicts barber-shop gossip, with a fight story (possibly the Corbett-Sullivan boxing match) interrupting a haircut. The page reflects Gilded Age attitudes: class mockery, racial caricature through dialect, and cynicism about marriage and social climbing. The art style is typical 1890s woodcut-style illustration.
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an’— OLD CHOCOLATE’S JOCOSERIOUS CHAT. DE BEGGAH ob tobacco takes mo’ en a mouthful. "Possum fo’ ebery dinnah gits yo’ sick o' huntin’. De fiddle at night fits Sambo fo’ de hoe in de mawn Bauer—"' Nice shampoo? Yes, sir, I saw dat fight in New Orleans, — ——when Sully couldn’ hit him, an’ every time he lunged at Corbett — ~—de Californy youngster ducked away, Yo’ ain't toe blame ef de man yo’ gib a dinnah doan’ desuv hit. De hungry man dun fergot dat dar er sech a ving ez gen’ rosity, A. pin-prick on yo’ fingah pains mo’ en a long story ob anoddah man’s leg off. Many a man gits humpback wid good faw- chune dat ud walk straight undah po’ luck. Yo! was’e yo" time w'en yo' try toe fin’ out w'at de mule means w'en he wags 's eabs. Yo" doan’ min’ hit so much dat yo" didn’ hab luck ‘less yo’ meet anoddah fisherman dat did. De man dat kain’t relish hoe-cake ull nebbah 'preshate sweet-cake. Dem dat er satisfied wid common fare won't be spiled wid uncommon w'en dey git hit. Some folks doan’ hab no mo’ idea w'at toe do wid money w’en dey git hit en de man dat er got a wicked ram by de hawns do abo't w’at er gwineter happen w’en he let go. J. A. WALDRON, Miss Cooran—‘*'Li "Lick—"'Fo' de Lay THE FASHIONABLE PHYSICIAN. 'HE fashionable medico In this world occupies a place That yields him bows from high and low, Which bring smiles to his kindly face ; So, lowly knee I bend, for is not he In truth a piller of society? KIMBALL CHASE TAPLEY. BUSINESS-LIKE OF HIM. se YOU GIRLS needn't be so hard on Mr. Callowhill for marrying Miss Munn so soon after his first wife died,” said Mabel. “Why not?” asked Ada. “I hear that was the only way he could get any money to pay Mrs. Callowhill’s _ funeral expenses.” ——den he sailed right in an’ finished de big feller up, an'— AN ILLUSTRATIVE SHAMPOO. SHE WAS MERCENARY. how much yo' dun made dis week whitewashin' ?” yo's de mos’ mercinary gal I knows, yo'is. I beliebe now yo's marryin’ me fo’ mah money.” FOR HIM. Drvacisr—"' If your mamma didn't say what kind of soap for you to get, little boy, you had_bet- ter try these soap wafers, twenty-five in a box.” Lrrrie noy—"“All right, She’s going to use them on me.” Davcoist—"* Will you take a package, then ?* Littte boy—"' No, sir; only a wafer.” aS —I had to borrow me fare home, I wuz busted, jext!"” comicbooks.com