Judge, 1893-04-08 · page 7 of 16
Judge — April 8, 1893 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several brief comic vignettes targeting common stereotypes of the era: **"In Court"** mocks African American dialect and legal naiveté, playing on racist assumptions about Black defendants. **"Rurally Buncoed"** depicts a traveling salesman (drummer) being tricked by a rural farmer claiming a bull sheds its horns—a con game exploiting the city visitor's gullibility. **"Imagined He Was Home Again"** satirizes railroad toll systems by depicting a recently deceased man surprised that heaven doesn't charge bridge tolls like the railroad did (likely referencing St. Louis rail infrastructure). The joke includes a dig at Chicago corruption. **"Mistaken Identity"** features a Yiddish-accented Brooklyn man confused about seeing a clergyman in a saloon—playing on both immigrant speech patterns and Prohibition-era hypocrisy. **"An Overcome Difficulty"** depicts Polish immigrants using broken English while farming, with a practical solution to uneven land. The page reflects Judge's typical early-1900s humor: immigrant and ethnic caricatures, urban-rural contrasts, and working-class characters rendered as objects of mockery.
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THE ONLY TIME HE WAS EVER GLAD TO HEAR IT, Encineer—"' Take der nex’ cay.” IN COURT. ++? RASTUS, your wife charges you with pulling her bang in a brutal manner. What have you to say for yourself?” said the judge. “She dar’d. me do it, yo honor,” said ‘Rastus. “She done tole me I couldn't pull de wool ober her eyes, suh, an’I done did it fo' ¢ prove I could, sub.” RURALLY BUNCOED. Farmer Fopperstraw—" Jest keep yer eyes glued on that bull, friend.” Cootky (the drummer)—** What's he going to do?" FARMER Fopperstraw—* He sheds his horns every once in a while, an’ if I ain't mistakened this is his day,” IMAGINED HE WAS HOME AGAIN. St. Peter—"Yes, 1 have your name on my books as having led an exemplary life over the river. Step in and take that throne next that Chicago man. Gabriel will bring your harp in a few minutes.” New-comer (musing)—" Where's the bridge? Ab, I forgot. Excuse me, St. Peter, but I was so used to paying a quarter for crossing our rail- road bridge in the other world that "—— St. Peter—“ From St. Louis, I see. ‘Well, this is heaven, and no railroad corporation owns this place as yet. You take that farthest throne from the Chicago man, and if you and he start a fuss in here out you go. Next!" A ONE-SIDED STRUGGLE. ALTHOUGHT old Griggs was rather thin His ailments seemed a whim, He took the doctor's medicine Until the stuff took him, BOTH TOOK THE SAME. +6 YOU may give me a milk shake,” said Miss Bleecker to the soda- fountain man. “Twill take a lacteal vibration MISTAKEN IDENTITY. ve . BROOKLYN MAN (as he lifts: his hat)—“* Py chim! dot’s shdrange. ™YSélf." added Miss Emerson of Bos- I vonder vat Doctor ‘T'almache vos doin’ in dot saloon?” AN OVERCOME DIFFICULTY Great Abinideb! ve vos ruin’t. Dot Polack go und maig all dot lot ohf pands mit von leg longer as der odder.” Sostein, Jn.—"* Keeb cool, popper. Der farmers begin to plow in der shbring unt I het me dese signs bainted.” comicbooks.com