Judge, 1894-04-14 · page 7 of 16
Judge — April 14, 1894 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three satirical pieces reflecting late 19th-century American attitudes: **"The New South"** mocks African American dialect and labor economics. A Northern businessman offers a freed Black man $2/day for ten-hour work—better than the man's current earnings. When told he'd work six days weekly, the man expresses shock, referencing Lincoln's Emancipation Proclamation: why was he freed if forced to work constantly? The satire ridicules the man's logic rather than critiquing exploitative Northern wages. **"One He Brought In"** parodies a struggling joke-writer pitching a pun about "retort" (chemistry equipment/comeback) to an editor. The visitor struggles to articulate the joke's logic; the editor diplomatically suggests the visitor develop it further—gentle satire of hack writers. **"Working"** features two vagrant characters discussing a farm job involving manual labor and animal care for minimal compensation—typical Depression-era humor about transient workers. The cartoons employ ethnic caricature and working-class stereotypes common to Judge's era, reflecting period prejudices now jarring to modern readers.
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BETTER TO GIVE THAN RECEIVE. WORLD WANTS. AN wants but little here below And gets it if he can ; But woman asks for even less— She only wants the man CONTRARIETIES. THERE is no evidence that Mars is subject to marital disterbances, and. Venus is not vain. A LITTLE DEMON: THE NEW SOUTH. Mary had a little brother, $+ OW would you like to come up north and Bee ae eas work for me?" asked a New York business : "Veoaitay also came: man of a huge colored roustabout who was fishing OQ -neeey off the wharf at St, Louis. She is now a maiden lady “a Steen i Nearly forty-six. ee Hes much do you pay?” queried the darkey Nee aur se Te "s crossed the Styx. 5 “Two dollars a day for ten hours’ work.” ty Shara “Golly! dat jes’ suits dis coon; dat's all I kin make here in a week,” cried the Ethiop, beginning ** Dar's somefin’ on yo' face, chile. Go to rapidly haul in his line. cok ine glass Terao se “Golly! reckon I could Yor nose, chile. April fool! Yah, Make ‘nough up dar in one day ter las’ me a week.” “Why, you'd have to work six days in the week, at two dollars a day; twelve a week.” “What dat; sah! Got ter be dar eb'ry day?” “ Whedder yo", wanter er not?” 8 > “Certainly.” 3 ae 5 “An’ kain't go possum-buntin’ or‘fishin’ ef yo" feels like it?” “Of course not.” ae “Say, mister; whad yo" spose Massa Lincum come down yar an’ ‘mancipated ‘me’ fut ef” I'se gotter be dar eb'ry day? 2 ‘ And rolling his eyes savagely the horny-handed son of toil re-baited his hook with attinjured air. ONE HE BROUGHT IN. SVE got a good. one for you,’ said he as he came in and sat on the edge of the editor's desk and knocked‘a pile of exchanges and ideas for a dozen jokes into the waste-basket. “What is it?” asked the scribe with well-simulated Interest. : “Tt turns on the word.‘ retort,’ you know. The joke'isn’t exactly clear in my mind. It needs think- ing out, you know, but the’ germ is there and you can dig it out for yourself: You understand those “Oh, mudder, dar’s a mouse I~ things better than Ido. You can easily whip it into shape.” 3 Whar? ‘The editor hastened to disavow superior ability in this line, but the vigitor went on, ee MT on See “The joké goes something like this: ‘Why can no one ever matter chemistry? And the answer is that.cit requires‘ a ‘re- er st tort,’ of Something’ to that -effect."! 5 Ie don’t exactly see the point.” - ¥ < “Don't you? > Well, FGu see the science“ of Ce may be learned,’ ETPourse, but then the: fe: : + -<tort is indispengable. \ So Whi’ after chemistry d feafned’ retaught — spell, thing wagn't | thought” out quite straight, but ‘you.’sce. the idea. . it yourself: when’ you apply WORKING. o your mind to it, Good- Dewey Eave—‘Say, Brake, you give mea shock! Now don’t tell me yer morning.”” workin’; don't tell me dat !” Hef crasy pnstand (the Braxe O'Day—" Well, S27, pard; im workin’ a farmer ‘bout ten miles down fa x ea neace de road. I hired out to hi ¢ giv’ me dese togs an’ told me to go up pasture ‘Tl mouse yo’, yo' impidunt young editor sighed. an’ mow blackberry-bushes till six o'clock. den milk de cows an’ come back to de raskil! wittiad Maney sivire, house. How much kin we git fer dis scythe an’ pail 2” Ccomicbooksiee i