Judge, 1892-12-10 · page 5 of 18
Judge — December 10, 1892 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This page contains multiple short satirical sketches typical of late 19th-century American humor: **"A Suggestion"** mocks repeat drunk offenders, with the prisoner joking that the court should issue "commutation-books" (like transit passes) for habitual drinkers—satirizing both judicial leniency and alcoholism. **"A Dainty Morsel"** shows a newsdealer wanting to eat newspapers—likely satirizing sensationalist journalism as literally consumable garbage. **"His Monogram"** plays on Jewish immigrant dialect humor (then common in Judge), with Mrs. Stein ordering a gravestone featuring her husband's monogram. **"What It Lacked"** jokes that sympathy without financial support ("coupons") is worthless. **"Pure Fiction"** quips that writer "Fleecy" produces only promissory notes—mocking unsuccessful authors. Other sketches target church absenteeism, fashion consciousness, medical quackery, and postal inefficiency. The humor relies on wordplay, dialect comedy (often ethnic), and social observation typical of Judge's era.
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A SUGGESTION. . sTHis is the fourth time I've fined you for drunkenness, prisoner,” said the judge. “Yes, your honor,” was the reply. “I think the court ought to issue commutation-books for men like me.” A DAINTY MORSEL. a =, News-DEALER—" Wella, thata signa looka alla right, I'lla gedda 2omma dinna.” HIS MONOGRAM. Mrs, Ikre StriN—" I vant a stone cut fer Tkie mit his monogram on it—nicht vahr?" Stone-currer—"‘All right.” WHAT IT LACKED. > ‘4HE SAID he couldn't Goat—" Well, if this ain't a nice lay-out! I'l just have a help me, but I had his sympathy.” “That was kind, any- little Zribune and Press on toast— ‘es; but the bond of hy hadn't any coupons UNHAPPY MAN. Mrs. Fleecy—" Why doesn’t Mr. Downey come to church with you Mrs. Downey—"1 could not have it, my dear. Downey talks in his sleep.” PURE FICTION. . sWwuat kind of fiction does Fleecy write?” “Principally notes for three months.” The monogram as it appeared. LOST STYLE. After Aldrich's “Identity” ssQOMEW! "in Broadway's cease-‘* And who are you?" cried one “agape,” less rush— ** Shuddering” with reproachful scorn, In Gaslight Land, in Fashion's Land— "I do. not know,” the “second Two hurrying” dudes met in the crush shape.” “And bade each other stand.” ** My trouser-crease has gone.” WILLIAM 1, MAY REASON TO FEAR IT. Sawbones—'V'm sorry | told that poor fellow he had consumption, for it seems to have scared the life out ‘ger —"No wonder. the man who advertises a sure cure for the disease.” MIXED. Brown (who expects a letter)—"I see you've been to the post-office. Did you inquire for me?” Jones "No. Were Daco (returning from dinner)—"“Ah, solda outa— —=Greata Seotta 1!" you there?" comicbooks.com