Judge, 1893-06-17 · page 4 of 16
Judge — June 17, 1893 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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This page contains multiple satirical pieces typical of Judge's format. The top section includes philosophical "sentences" on human nature—observations about wisdom, sincerity, and marriage as reform for wayward men. The cartoons mock various social types: a Jewish boxer exaggerating his fighting prowess with Yiddish dialect; a rural Vermont man whose trip to the races was ruined by stopping to tie his shoe; Irish laborers (likely Mick and Pat, recognizable by dialect and caricature) fighting, with a woman trying to stop them; and a "meddler" getting beaten. "Wasted Indignation" depicts someone complaining about harsh treatment of a bicycle—the joke being the listener's moral outrage is misdirected. The page also includes a pastoral poem about milking time. The satire targets immigrant stereotypes (Jewish and Irish characters), rural simplicity, and human folly. The cartooning style and broad ethnic caricatures reflect Judge's late-19th/early-20th-century approach to humor.
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378 SENTENCES PASSED BY THE JUDGE. HE. more space a man acquires the less room has he. Greatly doth it please the harlot Folly to find staid Wisdom tripping at her heels. Sincerity is not incompatible with reserve, and brutal frankness proclaims its own egotism. ‘A too prosperous and verdant flourishing of a plant's foliage may interfere with the fruit. When the nature of a naturally honest and serious man has suffered a deviation through extravagances into which by some ill chance he has been led, and having proved the folly of his course he would turn to other ways, marriage is a good thing—for the man, KATHRINE GROSJEAN. THE LONG AND THE SHORT OF IT, Youxc Goxnsrein—"* Mine cracious, Abe! dot Glancy Gasey vas a sblindid boxer. Ie hids mine nose effery dime, undt I don'd hid his nose vonce.”” HE’D BEEN LOOKING AT DIANA. SEC IIT the goose-grease, Susan ; My neck is awful stiff.” Said Susan, “I'm not goin’ To nag, or have a tilt; But, seein’ how you got it, An’ to this I will stick, Fur all 0° me your neck kin Jes’ crick an’ crick an’ crick KATE M. CLARY. UNSOLVED. ITH all their wisdom astrono- mers have not yet announced WASTED INDIGNATION, Cutis —" I've just pounded thirty miles out of her on a bad road, and T think that besides shaking her up so that she can’t go another inch I've broken her back.” Aunt Sims (5p. ¢ 4.)—"* You wretch! If they’s any law in this village you'll git it fer treatin’ a poor sufferin’ creetur like that.” CULLis—"* Pardon me, madam ; I came in on a bicycle.” THE USUAL EXPERIENCE. Judge Morrow —"Mte you going down to the Morris-park races this sea- scn, Sile? Silas Swayback (a Vermont sport) —“ No, siree. Gimme a good, dle-fash- ioned hoss-trot ev'ry time, I went tua race onct, rid all day in th’ keers, stud roun’ tu hours, an’ b’gosh! I stooped down tu tie my shoe an’ the race wuz over.” BALLADE OF MILKING TIME. JUNE roses sweetly now unsheathe In bluer deeps the rainbow’s fold Their musky daggers down the lanes, In dying beauty softly wanes, And cleave the purple folds that wreathe And with it fades the wealth of gold ‘The dripping trees and half-drowned panes; At either end ; but fancy deigns And now let others chant refrains, All gems, and drinks the airy strains And swell the note to heights sublime ; My song is of the summer rains That clear away at milking time. ‘The robin pipes in liquid chime, The glory of the summer rains ‘That clear away at m:lking time, *Mid grasses strung with dewy beads The milkmaid goes; the tree-toad gains His mushroom music-stool and leads The evening choir ; the peacock trains His plumage out and gayly seines The sundown in a spotted rhyme, ‘The chorus of the summer rains ‘That clear away at milking time, LENVOI. Admiring every link that chains The hero in romances, I'm In deepest love with summer rains That clear away at milking time, ALONZO LEORA RICE, “Ah, yez freckled-nosed tarrier, I'll shpyb * Phwat's thot 7° Divine (rushing forward) — "Oh! gentlemen, don’t! beseech of you, don't!” (Rushes in betzween.) yer mug !” INCORRIGIBLE. THE zebra is the most unreformable of all animals—except man. whether the dog-star is a skye ; Don't! I terrier. Mixe —" Well, jist to humor the gintlemon, we won't, eh, Pat?” Pat —“All roight, Moike.” (They go off together.) THE FATE OF THE MEDDLER. Spt! bim!! diff!!! (Just in time to get it.) comicbooks.com