Judge, 1892-12-10 · page 7 of 18
Judge — December 10, 1892 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains multiple brief satirical sketches typical of Judge magazine's humor: **"A Suggestion"**: A drunk repeatedly fined for drunkenness suggests the court issue "commutation books"—a joke about repeat offenders and judicial leniency. **"A Dainty Morsel"**: A news dealer with Italian dialect (stereotypical immigrant humor) plans to serve newspapers on toast, satirizing cheap newspaper content as inedible. **"His Monogram"**: Jewish characters (indicated by dialect) requesting a monogram on a gravestone—dark humor about mortality and pretension. **"What It Lacked"**: Sympathy without financial backing (no "coupons"/practical value) is worthless—social commentary on empty sentiment. **Other sketches** mock: marital discord, financial struggles, romantic confusion, and medical quackery. The page reflects early 20th-century American class anxiety, immigrant stereotyping, and satirical commentary on urban life, consumerism, and human weakness. Dialect humor was standard period fare.
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A SUGGESTION. . op His 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, ‘News-DEALER—* Wella, thata signa looka alla righta, I'll gedda zomma diona.” = mae pong tne HIS MONOGRAM. Mrs. Ixie Strin—"'I vant a stone cut fer Ikie mit his monogram on it—nicht vahr?” Stone-cutrer—‘‘All right.” WHAT IT LACKED. ‘SHE SAID he couldn't Goat—" Well, if this ain't a nice lay-out! I'll just have a help me, but I had little 7ribune and Press on toast— his sympathy.” “That was kind, any- “Yes; but the bond of sympathy 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. s©\ZHAT kind of fiction WwW does Fleecy write?” “Principally notes for three months.” The monogram as it appeared. LOST STYLE. After Aldcich's “Identity.” + ¢GOMEWHERE" 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,” said the ‘‘second “Two hurrying” dudes met in the crash shape.” “And bade each other stand.” “" My trouser-crease has gone.” REASON TO FEAR IT. Sawbones— I'm sorry | told that poor fellow he had consumption, for it seems to have scared the life out of him.” Cobwigger—“No wonder. He's 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 Scotta 1! 1" you there?” comicbooks.com