Judge, 1894-01-27 · page 10 of 16
Judge — January 27, 1894 — page 10: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page is a collection of brief satirical jokes and humorous illustrations typical of Judge magazine's format. Key items include: **"What Pains Them"**: A joke about fishermen habitually lying about their catches' size—a timeless trope about fishing exaggeration. **"The Question"**: A young girl visiting New York finds it unremarkable, puzzling her uncle. The satire targets New York society's self-importance. **"He Wanted a Sure Thing"**: A Southern colonel's advice on backing up claims with "devilish strong punch" (alcohol), satirizing Southern gentlemen's culture. **"Her Remedy"**: A nagging husband receives his wife's dry suggestion to "go to pot"—domestic humor about marital friction. **Various animal sketches**: Including elephants, a donkey, and wordplay jokes ("chrysanthemummy" puns on flower names). The overall tone mocks pretension, marital discord, professional vanity, and social affectations—standard Judge satirical targets of the period.
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58 WHAT PAINS THEM, YTS not the pain from hook alone ‘That causes fish to sigh, Bat knowing how the anglersall About their weight will lie. THE QUESTION. Little Miss Jenny See (aged seven and visiting New York)—"I don’t think much of New York." (A pause.) “What makes you look at me so funny, Uncle Brown- stone ?” Uncle Brownstone— “Oh, nothing. I was just wondering what New York Society youti, —* Colonel, gentleman to call on three ladies Colonel Henderson (of Kentucl strong pach, sah.” Weary Wittis— hungry enough to eat a di Mapast—"*All right." T'll just unchain him.” —Hhld on!'I believe I feel his tail hanging down behind thought of you.” me.— HE WANTED A SURE THING, is it good form for one bad policy unless they ah backed up by a dev'lish HIM A SHOW. Madan, I crave your mercy; I'm JUDGE HER REMEDY. SeOH, DEAR, Mariar!" exclaimed the ever- fretful Binks, coming into the steaming kitchen where “Mariar” was struggling with the washing and the dinner and a screaming baby. “Oh, dear, Mariar! I'm in such a stew!” “ You be, be you?” responded Mariar. “ Well, the best thing you can do is to go to pot.” HARD TO TELL, Editor —* What kind of manuscript is this ?” Sub-edit- or —"Tcan't say whether it is Profes- sor Garner's monkeys’ language or whether the a swell dinner to-day, Wear Weary WALKER — ** Zat so? What d’ WANDERING WILLIAM an’ a quart er dried apples. Carrie Witutam—"'I had a very ‘A glasser water office-boy has been practicing on the type-writer.”” NAMING THE SPECIES. Bella —" What a cunning little dude Mr. Spindlewax is —cunning-looking, but as silent as a mummy.” “And half hidden, too, behind that big boutonniére, he might be called a chrysanthemummy.” NO UNCONSIDERED COMPLIMENT. She—" Oh, Mr. Haskins, your declamations are mar- velous! We've enjoyed them He—* Yes, Haskins, old fellow, that recitation of ‘Baby Belle’ made my hair stand on end.” TOO GOOD. SOMETIMES when you trust the good young man You find you have cause to rue, For there is such a thing as the good young man Being too good to be true. A DONKEY. Trotter —** Say, Cholly, what'll you have to eat ?” Chelly —" Hey?” Waiter (aside to Trotter) —"They're served in the comicbooks.com