Judge, 1893-07-29 · page 7 of 16
Judge — July 29, 1893 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page collects several unrelated humorous sketches typical of Judge magazine's format. The title piece shows a barber's practical solution to the problem of lost umbrellas: leaving them in a stand—which comically results in the umbrella disappearing anyway (shown in the cellar scene). Other sketches include social comedy: a father interviewing his daughter's suitor, asking about vices; a Southern Black character (Mr. Augustus Cornflower) awkwardly asking a hackman to sit outside a ball because of stable odors—a crude racial stereotype; and various short gags about umbrellas, excuses, and social situations. The humor relies on period conventions: ethnic dialect humor, class-based awkwardness, and practical domestic problems. The "Good Samaritan" sketch plays on the biblical reference ironically, showing petty behavior instead of charity. The overall tone is light, observational satire about everyday American social life circa the late 1800s.
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