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This page contains three unrelated satirical sketches from Judge magazine: **Top cartoon** ("Why is it..."): Mocks the absurdity of gender roles in equestrian activities—a small man rides a large horse while a large woman rides a tiny horse ("Lilliput"), inverting typical expectations. **"In the Smoking-Room"**: A man presumes another hasn't visited "the place" (likely Chicago), creating a joke about regional assumptions. **"The Wrong Kind"**: A clerk and customer miscommunicate—the customer wants a "mosquito-bar" (bed netting) but is offered a "crow-bar" (tool), playing on homophonic confusion. **"Oh! What a Difference!"**: A husband loses money at horse races; his wife scolds him for the loss while revealing she won five hundred dollars betting herself—satirizing female hypocrisy about gambling. The page targets gender conventions, regional stereotypes, and marital dynamics typical of Victorian-era humor.

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YY \ig3 Cy y Vas Vf! Liang yh hee ees WHY Is IT that in our parks we always sce a little man riding a gigantic horse whilst by his side rides a large woman on an equine Lilliput? IN THE SMOKING-ROOM. THE WRONG KIND. ++] PRESUME you haven't been to the world’s fair yet?” Customer—*1 want to get a good, serviceable mosquito-bar.” “Upon what do you base your presumption ?” Clerk —* Where do you live?” “Well, we've been talking now for an hour and you haven't sworn Customer—* New Jersey.” once or mentioned Chicago.” Clerk —" You don’t want a mosquito-bar. You want a crow-bar.” Ol, WHAT A DIFFERENCE! lvnny—" My dear wife, I went to the races to-day and bet every cent I 1, and "—— Hunpy—“‘Allow me to finish, my dear. I bet every cent I had and won Mxs. Hupny—' Oh, you horrid wicked man! don’t you know how sinful it five hundred dollars.” ‘0 bet on horse-races? Now I suppose you haven't a cent.” comicbooks.com