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This page collects humorous sketches and short comedic pieces typical of late-19th-century American satire. Key content includes: **Social Satire:** - "No Terrors for Him": A suicide-club member indifferently faces a highwayman—satirizing fashionable morbidity among wealthy dandies - "The Case Reversed": A poem contrasting a silent courtship with incessant married chatter, poking fun at marital communication - "So Like a Woman": Mock-philosophical commentary on female superficiality regarding Shakespeare's skull **Regional/Class Humor:** - Hard hats vs. soft hats: East-West American stereotypes (easterners as "soft-headed," westerners as "hard-headed") - Dialect pieces featuring rural/African American characters speaking in exaggerated patois - "The Useful Hoop-Skirt": A beggar cleverly uses women's fashion (wide skirts) to conceal himself while begging **General Theme:** Sharp-edged social observation mixing class commentary, gender stereotypes, and period anxieties about modernity—typical of Judge's satirical approach.

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Brave (jocosely)—"" | wonder why you hard-headed western men wear soft hats?" SLouci—"‘And I wonder why you soft-headed eastern fellows wear hard hats?” NO TERRORS FOR HIM. S#YOUR money or your life!” said the highwayman, punctuating his demand with a cocked revolver. “Shoot if you want to,” replied Cos- “1 belong to the suicide club.” THE CASE REVERSED. QUT of the darkness and the dew One star like a trembling taper shone, 1 was waiting, dear, for a word from you As we walked in the quiet street, alone. One word—but, ab, though T pleaded well, No answering sound from your sweet lips fell. sett. Now it is years since we were wed. Last night in the same old street we walked, And [listened mutely to all you said As you talked and talked and talked and talked. I was waiting to get in a single word, But no such ghost of a chance occurred. MADELINE & RIDGES, BACKERS OF NATURE. Physician —* Doctors, you know, merely assist nature.” Layman—" Especially when one en- deavors to escape the debt of nature.” THE PROPER THING. S6\YVHAT do you think of the dead languages by this time?” asked Dumsquizzle of his son, who had spent a term at college. . “TL think they ought to be buried,” replied the young man. ZAUNDER: horns growin’ astus—" N lickin’ aftal school.” out I ain't, Lohillt TWO ON TO ONE. * Fo’ d'gret Lawd’s sake, Clindy ! ‘Rastus n his haid."* SURE OF HIS GAME. Durstan—" Getting anything ?” SHoRE HABiTUE—" No. Durstax—" Perhaps you're not using the right kind of bai Snoxe Hawituf—" You bet Lam. Brother Bill fell off'n this rock a spell ago an’ I've tied th’ apple-jack on my hook. If he’s within forty rod he'll reach fer it.” DIDN’T SPECIFY THE KIND. ‘OU told me you were an orphan,” said Harley, “and now that we are married I find you have a mother.” I was a grass-orphan, when I told you that sey’ said Mrs. | i TWINS. $4 NS LIKE as two peas in a pod” Is what the neighbors said As they looked from Ted to Lou, ‘Then again from Lou to Ted. “Now which is which?" I asked Of curly-headed sister Sue. “Why, this is which and that is which ; She's which and he’s which too, CLARA C. FARNIAS SO LIKE A WOMAN. s¢AND so that is Shakespeare's skull at the time of his death?” ‘es, ma'am; vcry hinteresting, ma‘am. “Indeed it is, Have you on exhibi- tion his skull at earlier periods ?” A DISCERNING ANTIQUARY. She—This punch-bowl is an heir- loom in my family. During the revolution my ancestor was hid with it ina chimney while the British searched the house for two days He— It must have been one of their most valued possessions if they took all that trouble to recover it. Dem Hollyway twins gub me a THE USEFUL HOOP-SKIRT. Huncny WALKER—" Say, madam, it wouldn’t be pleasant for you to re- fuse a poor man a drink of milk.”” Aunt Herxer—"' It won't, won't it them hoop-skirts wus made fer some good.” ic him, Grip! 1 told the ole man comicbooks.com