Judge, 1893-12-02 · page 3 of 16
Judge — December 2, 1893 — page 3: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains multiple satirical sketches about Thanksgiving preparations and social commentary. The main visual features three well-dressed men on horseback titled "HER LINEAGE," appearing to mock aristocratic pretension, possibly referencing genealogy claims. The dialogue sketches below satirize working-class perspectives on Thanksgiving. A conversation between "Tommy" and "Uncle Jeff" mocks the holiday as invented commercialism, with Uncle Jeff expressing cynicism about traditions. Other scenes labeled "Brown" depict domestic servants or working people discussing their holiday duties with ironic detachment—suggesting labor and class anxieties beneath Thanksgiving's supposed gentility. The cartoons appear designed to puncture upper-class romanticization of the holiday while highlighting working-class skepticism and exhaustion with holiday expectations.
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THANKSGIVING WISDOM. WHILE to win a fine turkey may well make you glad ‘Ata time when the fates seem to bafile ; You find that the dearest one ever you had Is the one that you win at the rafile. THE PHILOSOPHER, Brown (eleven-thirty, p.m.) —"* Beginning to-morrow morning, I shail be a philosopher and allow nothing to worry me. Why should a man waste his nerve force over trifles ?” HER LINEAGE. Miss ANTIQUE (proud of her lineage)—'* We came over in the Mayflower, you know.” CuuMLey (who knows nothing about the Mayflower, or anything else, but wishes to be agreeable)—"* Indeed? And did you have a pleasant voyage ?” A LITTLE PREMATURE. *6\WVELL,” said Antony to Cleopatra, as the end of November approached, “it will soon be Thanksgiving day.” “What on earth are you thinking about, Tony'?” replied the prize beauty. “Thanksgiving day hasn't been invented yet.” “That's so,” replied the man as he sank back into thoughtful silence. THE TABLES TO BE TURNED. Tommy —“ Uncle Jeff, do you expect to go to the same heaven my grandpa went to?” Uncle Jeff —"1 hopes to, honey.” Tommy —“\'m afraid grandpa will speak to God about it if you do.” Uncle Jeff —" Lor’, chile, dat hebbenly light so bright, hit gwine bleach me rite white an’ mek yo’ gran‘pa rite brown toreckly.” Brown (eight, a. m.)—"*So you lost ten Brown (seven, a. m.)—"‘Always so! Eggs Brown (seven-thirty, a, m.)—"T'll report ‘thou’ in that smash yesterday, Jenkins? Well, harder than rocks! Coffee colder than — that guard! There was plenty of time to le be a philosopher like me, and don’t cry over spilt in on that train ! milk, It's a trifing matter, old man, and not worth wasting any nerve force over.” comicbooks.com