Judge, 1894-05-19 · page 7 of 16
Judge — May 19, 1894 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several disconnected satirical pieces typical of Judge magazine's format: **"How Some of the Load Was Lost"** depicts two men who've accidentally swapped hats, with one (Wiggins) insulted at how foolish he looks in the other's hat—a simple visual gag about vanity and social embarrassment. **"A Blood-Curdling Experience"** is a humorous horror story where a man awakens terrified by what he fears is a supernatural threat, only to discover it's merely curtains blowing in the wind from an open window. It satirizes overwrought melodrama and irrational fear. **"Nocturne"** shows a romantic serenade interrupted when an old man unleashes his dog on the singer, sarcastically suggesting the "summer moon" should "shine through his clothes"—mocking both sentimental poetry and noise complaints. **"Sizing the Job"** presents working-class dialogue (Irish immigrant accent suggested by "Chimmie" and "mudder") about a child labor or errand scenario. **"Characteristic"** offers a brief joke about two women, with one claiming to have met another in heaven who cared about her halo's appearance—poking fun at vanity even in religious contexts.
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317 HOW SOME OF THE LOAD WaS LOST. 3 L have your hat and you have mine. WIGGINS —"* Great Scott! do I look like such a blooming idiot in that hat 7" A BLOOD-CURDLING EXPERIENCE. ] WOKE suddenly? in the dead of night, horribly afraid. What 1 feared I-could not tell, but I was in a cold tingle from head to foot and dared not move at first. A chill breath seemed to flicker across me as though some awful thing were near, and something white approached me with a swishing sound. With a desperate effort I struggled out of bed and over to the door, To my horror, it would not open. I pushed against it frantically, but it did not yield, and that dreadful something seemed approaching with deliberate, relentless move- ments. The flesh of my back crawled with dread. The air was full of horror; even the electric light across the street had gone out. I called for help, but my paralyzed throat could emit no sound. I began to think about my pet sins and to berate myself for their indulgence. Never had I seemed to myself to be so wicked as now when it'seemed as if everything was over. The chill presence drew nearer; its icy clutch was upon me. I uttered a despairing groan. The electric light flared up. The room looked familiar once more. The white, crisp draperies at the window waved swishingly to and fro. ‘The icy night-breeze breathed across ‘my bed. That was all. A leaden weight fell from me. The window was shut so hard that it hasn't even yet ceased to look reproachful. I retired to my blankets and forgave myself all my sins. Ps m PRATT: NOCTURNE. SRRENADER (singing): “ Orb of the summer moon, Thy silv'ry ray ‘Transforms the night, Till sleeping earth and sea and sky Seem bright as day." OLb MAN (unchaining dog): “+ Minstrel that wakes the night And mars repose, Thou art too fresh. Up! Athim, Tige, and make the summer moon Shine through his clothes.” CHARACTERISTIC. Miss Plaign— 1 had a strange dream last night. I dreamed I was in heaven and met Miss Vaig Miss Scruple—" What did ; she say?” SIZING THE JOB. Miss Plaign—“ She asked “Say, Chimmie, git me a couple more boxes o’ blackin’ an’ stop an’ tell me mudder I'll be-late fur me supper.” me if her halo was on straight.” comicbooNs aaa