Judge, 1894-01-06 · page 6 of 16
Judge — January 6, 1894 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several short humorous sketches typical of late 19th/early 20th-century American satire: **"Early Promise"** mocks amateur performers—Miss Hudgins aspires to stage acting but needs prompting, suggesting she lacks talent. **"His Proudest Day"** jokes about a man married in a balloon, feeling superior while literally elevated above the world. **"A Tax on Her Voice"** satirizes Wagner's opera as so demanding it causes hoarseness—a common complaint about Wagner's notoriously difficult, loud compositions. **"Base Calumny"** stereotypes Irish people as quarrelsome, with an Irish guide immediately proving the slander by threatening violence. **"Etiquette Anglais"** satirizes wealthy social climbers: a former dancer borrows another woman's mother to appear respectable during a manager interview. **Lower sketches** contain class humor about bathing and fishing superstitions. The page reflects period prejudices and social anxieties about theater, class status, ethnicity, and cultural sophistication.
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6 JUDGE EARLY PROMISE. s6\AISS HUDGINS aspires to go on the stage. Ever seen her in an amateur perform- “Well, I remember she had to be prompted on her last gasp.” “A STRING BAND.” HIS PROUDEST DAY. WO fellow-travelers on a western railroad were exchanging remi- niscences. “What was the proudest day of your life?” asked one. “The day I was married. When I stood up to claim my bride I felt as if all the world were beneath me.” A very natural feeling.” “Particularly in my case. We were married in a balloon.” A TAX ON HER VOICE, “Why, how dreadfully hoarse you are this morning !” e—"Yes; I was one of a theatre-party last night and they played a Wagner opera.” BASE CALUMNY, Tourist (in Jreland)—"' Yes, quite true; the view is sublime—so quiet, so peaceful—and yet to think the people here are said to quarrel and fight among them- selves without cause or provocation !" ‘Tue GuIDe—'* Well, be me troth! thot’s a dom loy, an’ Oi kin lick th’ black- guar-rd thot sez ETIQUETTE AN- GLAIS. FROM Miss Violet’ Comerhorn, ex-dan- seuse of the Varieties, to Miss Kittie Kickigh of the ~ Gayeties: Dear Kit—I am to interview a manager this morning at ten. Please lend me your mother. “Yours sweetly, V1.” MOTTO of the clothes- Fetiers—* Taking a bawth, me bwo: cleaner—Out, damn- ‘0, Algy ; just moistening me epidermis, y° knaw,” ed spot! THE HUMAN RACE, » Prosi —"* William Jenkins, don't you know that if you go day you won't have any— fishing on S comicbooks.com