Judge, 1894-05-26 · page 10 of 16
Judge — May 26, 1894 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Judge* contains several satirical pieces mocking late-19th-century American society: **"Social Distinctions in New York"** ridicules the pretentiousness of newly wealthy New Yorkers. A young woman rejects her suitor not for lack of money, but because his apartment lacks fashionable mantel-mirrors and gas-logs—absurdly trivial status symbols. The satire targets how superficial material possessions had become markers of social class. **"Uncle Si on Peffer"** appears to mock a politician (likely Kansas Populist James G. Peffer), describing his long beard and aggressive behavior in rural dialect. The piece suggests he's effective ("grinds a purty grist") despite lacking conventional polish. **"A Child of Fortune"** and **"A Queer Industry"** are brief jokes about misfortune and a fake medical scheme respectively—typical period humor. The cartoons use exaggerated drawings and vernacular speech to mock both urban class-consciousness and political figures.
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336 SOCIAL DISTINCTIONS IN NEW YORK. ." sobbed Christa- confess I love you, but it can never be—we can never marry. I feel that mothers right; that social distinctions must be observed, however much they may interfere with the inclina- tions of our hearts. Go, Harry Hawlum! The chasm that yawns between us is too wide.” “Twill go,” said the young man, his voice trembling with emotion; “ but would you mind telling me where this chasm comes in? I always thought that our families were on about the same social footing. Hasan: y body left you a fortune latel; A PRECAUTION. “No,” wailed Christabel ; “it is not that. It is—it is—But,ob, fead'an’ not hurt yo!” Harry! why should I pain you?” “ Never mind the pain,” said the young man, now thoroughly aroused. “I must know why you consider me beneath you socially.” “Then hear it!” cried the maiden. “We have mantel-mirrors and gas-logs in our new flat. Have you these things in your flat? Answer me, Harry Hawlum!” But there was no answer. The young man had lived all his life in Harlem and he knew its social distinctions but too well. With a groan of despair he fled to his old-fashioned flat and sat down and cursed the inventors of mantel-mirrors and gas-logs. W. L. RIORDON.. UNCLE SI ON PEFFER. EEMS as ef ‘twuz allus so, Run agin it so durn much ; See it ever'whar I go, How he riz, er got the flo'— Guess it’sali the same in Dutch— Got the flo’ an’ wouldn’ stop— This here Mr. Peffer (pop ) Looks like he don’t keer a durn "Bout the subjick, but gits riled An’ don’t wait ontell his turn, Tut bluffs out the whole concern ; Leathers in an’ goes it wild. But he ‘pears to stay on top. This ole feller, Peffer (pop. Papers say he’s got a beard Eighteen inches long er so; Many is the times I've heared ‘That yer brains is come ongeared When you let yer whiskers grow— Guess he hates a barber-shop, Pore ole hairy Peffer (pop.)! & CHILD OF FORTUNE, But he grinds a purty grist, Brake O'Day—* Did dat lucky cent yer found change yer __If he hasn't got no sense. luck?" € to be thar—like to jist Duwey Eave—" Well, before I had dat cent two hours I See him give that beard a twist was clubbed by a cop, knocked down by a cable-car, an’ lost me An Jet loose his ellerquence— diamond pin.” : ; Tl bet he jist makes things hop ‘This here ole man Peffer (pop.)! WALTRE JUAN DAVIS, * What did yer do wid it?” Dewey Eave—"'I put four more lucky cents wid it an’ took de same as usual.” THE, FUNNY STORY. Blifkins tells a funny goat story at the comic artists’ sketch-club, Uncie Mose (teaching his son t0 plow) —** Mold yo" head down, chile ! yo' head down! So if Jeff Davis lets fly dem heels o' his'n he land on de top 0° yo" Hold A QUEER INDUSJRY. +4] GOT on to a queer sort of industry the other day.” “What was it?” “Well, some doctors had a boy and a girl under the influence of chloroform, and transferred the skin from the boy's chin to that of the girl, and vice versa. They said that when the girl grew up she'd have whiskers.” “What on earth was the object?” “Manufacturing bearded ladies for dime-museums.”” HARD LUCK. Roots (sadly) — “I've just lost twenty-five dollars. betting with a man that he had a vermi- form appendage.” Toots—" Couldn't you prove that he had one?” Roots— He proved that he had had it removed.” A FISHERMA The next day at the Jun comicbooks.com