Judge, 1893-09-02 · page 10 of 16
Judge — September 2, 1893 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Judge* contains several satirical pieces mocking late-19th-century social types and ethnic stereotypes: **"A Future Edison"** ridicules Irish immigrants (indicated by heavy dialect: "Oi hear," "whishkers") attempting to adopt American innovation, showing a man attaching a battery to a goat—absurd pseudo-scientific thinking. **"In Shantytown"** features an exaggerated Irish working-class domestic scene with thick brogue dialect, depicting poverty and the misfortunes of tenement life (a goat eating rent money). **"Her Object"** jokes about a woman marrying solely to escape an unflattering surname, satirizing women's limited autonomy and marriage motivations. **"Thanks to the Oyster"** presents genteel courtship humor—a woman finds a pearl, her suitor proposes using it for an engagement ring. **"Aboard the Cattle-Packet"** shows ship workers discussing navigation problems in dialect. The page employs ethnic caricature and vernacular speech to mock working-class immigrants, particularly Irish Americans, while offering mild social commentary on marriage and courtship among educated classes. This reflects *Judge*'s typical editorial bias toward established American elites.
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JUDGE HER OBJECT, sess SPRIGGS, I hear you are to be married soon,” said the president of a female college to one of her students, “Yes, ma‘am.” “Might I inquire why you are marrying so young?” “Well, I don’t like my name and want to change it,” replied Miss Spriggs. “What is your fi- ancé’s name?” “Mr. Dobs ” A GOOD PLAN. A FUTURE EDISON. 1. McSwat—"" Oi hear ye hov tur-rned yer moind to invin- tions, Dinnis?” . Meurr— Oi hoy. Do ye moind me latest? Ove hear-d of makin’ race-harses go fashter wid ‘lictrie battheries, so Oi \.., bought wan an’ fashtened it behoind the whishkers av me goat, to WaYS has French nurses? mek him foight betther—but Oi'll dimonsthrate to ye. Come here, Shamus, Ye jist tur'rn on th’ batthery so, an’ "—— Mrs. Bunkerton a IN THE CITY. oe HO is that haugh- Ww ty man?” in- quired a guest of the hotel clerk, “'S-h-h!" whispered the clerk ; “he might hear you. He's a Columbian ~ guard off duty.” IN SHANTYTOWN. Mfrs. Mahony— Come in, Mrs. Marooney! Have asate. Micky, git up an’ give thot shtool to the leddy! Don’t be afther noticin’ thot goat, Mrs. Marooney; it’s the im- Maginnis, on the nixt rock abuv’, a for‘night ago come Chewsda’. Arrah! wasn't I afther givin’ me arnin’s to Pat to pay the ground rint, an’ him stan‘in’ furninst the dure wid the tin-dollar bill in his hand, a-thryin to luk like the statoo of Don'l Websther, wid his hat on the back av his head an’ his han’s crossed behin’ himsilf, a-talkin’ over the political sitooation wid the agint, eggsackly as ef his poor wife wasn’t takin’ in shtairs to clane; whin along comes thot Judas Iscariot av a goat an’ ates up the tin dollar bill “Excuse me, sir, but allow me to present you with my card —G. W. Iuryem, undertaker. “At your service.” ( Grunt.) “So that Bunkerton can't talk tothem, | fancy.” LITERARY NOTE. We are happy to announce something from the pen of Benjamin Wright, which is now before us. Small in volume, but interesting, worthy of its author—a symphony, as it were, in the pigments of a pensive thought. sy WONDER why THE HOUSE OF MOURNING. Helen —* Now that that old man is dead do you suppose his pretty young wife will go in mourning for him 2" Grace—"Yes. She's going to wear black hosiery and hire colored servants.” THANKS TO THE OYSTER. She—*Oh, Tom, here's a pearl in this oyster !” He (excitedly) —“ Grace, may—may I have it set in an engagement-ring ?” 3. McDurr (rising out of the ruins and gazing after the goat) —"‘Av thot batthery don’t brake, Shamus ‘ll be the dith av half av Har-rlem,” ABOARD THE CATTLE-PACKET, Mare (the bedider)—"* Joe!" Jor (the feeder)—"* What?" Marr—" Th’ ship may be all right, but I'm gittin’ steered worse Som of Colo: from th bogs we was tou Mrs. dren Te goms. a hora Gail Bo sour rec Trrit 3 Takia’ t 1 We thin Mn o For sic The s “Ha ia?’ i i SEE A je Preece... — PTI comicbooks.com