Judge, 1893-06-24 · page 4 of 16
Judge — June 24, 1893 — page 4: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains multiple unrelated satirical jokes typical of late-19th/early-20th century humor: **"Too Short"** and **"Found at Last"** are domestic wordplay jokes with no political content—simple puns about "short cakes" and a newspaper editor. **"More Than He Asked For"** appears to reference labor strikes, with the punchline suggesting an activist gets more consequences than intended. **"Their Great Grief"** satirizes middle-class domestic life: a husband mistakenly donates his wife's dress suit to charity, thinking it's old clothes. Her distress is mocked as absurdly disproportionate—she cares only about recovering a silk swatch to match, not the expensive suit itself. This ridicules women's priorities. **"His View"** makes dark humor about "deposed emperors" (likely referring to exiled European royalty) reduced to menial labor as guards or waiters—commentary on fallen aristocracy. The bottom cartoons appear to be unrelated domestic/cowboy humor. Overall, this is a mixed page of social satire focused on domestic absurdities and class commentary, with no single coherent political theme.
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594 TOO SHORT. 66\VJHAT are those tiny cbunks of dough ing in that dish of straw- berries?" he inquired suspi- ciously. “Ob, Henry!" cried the young wife, —they're short cakes.” FOUND AT LAST. Fangle (reading) — The editor of a Munich paper prints in ten copies of each edition an order for a cask of Bavarian beer.” Cumso—* That must be the paper the reading of which makes a full man.” MORE THAN HE ASKED FOR. seVVHAT did he strike for?” ——HE DOES THE REST. THEIR GREAT GRIEF. 64 JAMES, dear,” said the young wife anxiously, as she kissed her husband, “ what did you do with that dress suit of yours I did up in paper this morning and left on the hall table ?” “Was that my dress suit?” he hysterically re- peated. “\Why, I thought that was a bundle of old clothes you wanted me to give away, and I had my office-boy take it around to the missionary society.” With a piercing shriek she prostrated herself on the sofa.“ You little knew,” she sobbed piteously, as she rocked to and fro in uncontrollable grief, “that there was a piece of silk in that package that I wanted you to match for me.” HIS VIEW. “I'm convinced that all deposed em- Why so? What do they do?” Trotter — Well, some have enlisted as Columbian guards and the rest are waiters.” AS NEWS, When Blizzard Bill and Alkali Ike quarreléd Mr. Tenderfoot happened to be within ear-ahot of the disputants.—2tract from Daily Kayuse, BITTER SARCASM. EXTREMELY DISRESPECTFUL. Ritev—" What's on fer this evenin’, Josey?” GRANDMA (tho is more good than handsome)—"' Your grandfather and 1 McMote—" It's hard t' choose, Jimmy, but I think I'll take in der moon- were married just sixty years ago to-day, Herbie.” : light ‘xcursion of d’ Free'as-air club.“ Will yer come ‘long ?” Hersie (Jaconically)—"* He'd orter been lynched.” Rugy—"'I don't mind ‘f I do, pardner. What time does she start ?” comicbooks.com