Judge, 1892-12-03 · page 33 of 52
Judge — December 3, 1892 — page 33: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains six separate satirical comic strips, all featuring racist caricatures of Black Americans with exaggerated dialect and stereotypical situations—reflecting the deeply prejudiced content common in late 19th/early 20th-century American humor magazines. The strips mock Black courtship, domestic disputes, gambling, church raffles, and street encounters. Each presents scenarios designed to demean through dialect spelling ("doan'," "yo'") and portraying Black characters as foolish, violent, or immoral. "Uncle Bracker's Christmas Nightmare" depicts someone winning another person in a raffle—dehumanizing imagery. The "humor" relies entirely on racial stereotyping and caricature rather than political satire or social commentary. Unlike political cartoons targeting specific policies or figures, these strips simply present degrading scenarios about Black life as inherently comedic. This represents the systemic racism embedded in popular entertainment of the period.
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JUST AFTER THE BETROTHAL. Miss Eetsox—'I doan’ ‘bject t’ jess one kiss t’ clinch d’ bargain, Loftus, but blow out yo" bi drawin’ bit in.’ Lor Miss Ee1sox—’ place OF VANTAGE. Voice From iNstpe—*Did yo’ git dat one what jess flewed out, Cale?" Cate—"* Yo's lyin’, Pete Rollins! I's been watchin’ d’ hole like a cat, en dey ain't one ‘scaped.” SE FOR Mx. Quespietcn—"' Yo! name's Will'ms, ain't it? Mr. Wittians (suddily, from the floor)—" Umph.” Mr. Questreicn— Well-r, d’ riex’ tarm yo’ axes a lehdy 'f she’s full fer d’ nex’ darnce yo'd better be p'tic'ler t’ spec'fy yo" meaned her kyard !" HE BLOW. — AR WASHINGTON SQUAR: be a bery fine rabbi Mokeen, but _dinnah in dis yer locality I likes ter buy my birds wiv UNCLE BRACKER'S CHRI Srook oF TURKEY—"' Look here, my friend, when you won me at Deacon Umpley’s raffle last night you palmed a'scraped set of dice on him, and the deacon’s found it out.” THE HEIGHT OF IMPUDENCE. Miss Cooran—"‘If de height ob impndence !" Mr, Rastus—'* What's dat?” t Miss Coorant—"* Whay, dat man in de wagon driv right ovah mah foot an’ did'n’ eben say excusen me.” comicbooks.com