Judge, 1893-08-12 · page 6 of 16
Judge — August 12, 1893 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains six separate humorous vignettes satirizing Victorian social conventions and behavior: **"Too Much"**: A burglar politely robs a woman but flees in terror when she mentions claret punch—satirizing excessive temperance anxiety of the era. **"Best Way Yet"**: A man avoids creditors by feigning smallpox, mocking debt avoidance schemes. **"He Is Supplied"**: A podiatrist's patient claims to have corns already—a pun on self-sufficiency. **"To This Will It Come"**: Police guard a wedding altar to prevent women from stealing orange blossoms from the bride's dress, mocking obsessive floral theft. **"Quite Enough"**: An Irish maid (Bridget) offers three months of employment as a reference, satirizing Irish immigrant stereotypes and domestic service standards. **"The Waist Pinching Copper"**: A traffic officer assists women across streets, referencing the enormous crinolines that made crossing difficult—mocking both fashion excess and genteel paternalism. The overall tone ridicules Victorian propriety, fashion excess, servant hierarchies, and social anxieties.
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JUDGE TOO MUCH. +s EXCUSE me, mad- am.” It was one o'clock in the morning, and there was no sound in the great sombre house save the methodical tick- ing of the clock. The master of the mansion was away and, taking ad- vantage of his absence, the bold burglar had stealthily entered, and aft- er removing all the gold and precious stones he could carry stood before KEADY ‘TO RETIRE. the proud mistress, now a cowering, ashen-faced woman, “Excuse me, madam," he said politely, removing his hat, for it was a warm night, “I dislike to disturb you, and pray do not be alarmed, but will you be kind enough to inform me if there is anything to drink in the house?” For a moment there was a deathly silence, and then the trembling woman spoke. “There is, kind sir," she said,“ Down-stairs in the back parlor you will find some claret punch that was left over from my five-o'clock tea.” But with a wild shriek of terror the burglar had fled. HE IS SUPPLIED. : * Have you any corns, sir?” BEST WAY YET. Mr. Aw ‘es; Iam supplied.” Rathers—" \mpecue has.a good scheme now for getting rid of . TO THIS WILL IT COME. duns.” **THERE was a cordon of police around Slathers—" How does he work es i] the altar last night when Manly was in?” married.” Rathers—" Paints his face in Mi ’ “What for?” imisation of small-pox and stands “To prevent the women from snatching the at the window when they come up ! orange-blossoms off the bride's dress.” the steps.” QUITE ENOUGH. ¢ me me riferince, plaze, Il go. ighstrung—" What reference can | give such a worthless creature as you?” Bridget —“ Yez kin jist say as Oi lived wid yez tree mont's.” KNEW HIS BUSINESS Briggs —*Smallacre is the most economical man I ever saw.” Griggs—" What has he done now?" Briggs —"He wouldn't pro- pose to his present fiancée until the day before she sailed for Eu- ‘THE WAIST PINCHING COPPER. (A familiar accessory at some of our crossings.) 1, "Right this way, lady. I'll take you across. — JUST IMPORTED. TEE !" laughed Burnand. “Say, Ibert, what was the difference fethuselah and Sir Francis Ve- “H'm! About two thousand years,” guessed Gi *No!" cried Burnand, “ Methuselah was a liver and Sir Francis was a Bacon.” NOT LIQUOR BUT CRINOLINE, NOT ONE OF THE CRUSTY. The above represents the foot-prints Edith—" Do you think it true, as he See esis tonetty on Connecticut says, that he loves our whole sex?” ing a short cut through a crowd of crino- Marion —“ Why, certainly. Hasn't lines. he proposed to it?” —Good-bye. Beautiful day for shopping, isn't it?” comicbooks.com