Judge, 1894-05-26 · page 4 of 16
Judge — May 26, 1894 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several unrelated satirical vignettes typical of Judge's humor: **"Unearthly"**: A British gentleman dreams of walking without his walking stick—a status symbol—and is mortified. The joke mocks Victorian class anxiety over appearances. **"At the Literary Soirée"**: An elderly man (Mr. Oldbow) is cornered by a young female writer seeking historical details about old New York. When pressed about specific landmarks, he becomes evasive and uncomfortable, eventually escaping. The satire targets both pretentious literary circles and aging men caught between gallantry and their actual knowledge. **"The Vanishing Lady That Failed"**: A magic trick where a magician asks a woman to step on stage; subsequent panels show her mysteriously vanishing from beneath a cloth—a classic illusion joke. **"Joe Jefferson" reference**: A brief joke about actor Joe Jefferson avoiding publicity stunts involving stolen diamonds. **"Working on His Imagination"**: Two children fantasize about possessing expensive pie and cake simultaneously. The page is mostly lighthearted domestic and social humor without specific political content.
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330 Hi Wh (oe UNEARTHL' (entering chamber)—"* 1 heard you scream, Vai row, si ALGy—"*Come in, James. You'd best sit up with me till morning, James. I just had the fwightfullest nightmare. Dweamt I was pwomenading the avenue without me walkin’-stick, James.” Wot's the bloomin’ A TRIBUTE. THE VANISHING LADY THAT FAILED. THE following para- graph is clipped from the Pharnixville LINKS. Bugle— Although the STRAWHER—"'T suppose you are looking forward toa pleasant time this editor of our esteemed summer, renewing old friendships.” contemporary, the SinceKLY —"* I don't know about that, but I expect to renew a great many Mirror, was never noted for his original ity or brilliancy, yet recently he did something that he never did before—in his life, we were going to say—he up and died.” old engagement: AT THE LITERARY SOIREE. . Mr, Oldbow (ot age uncertain, with sentimental warmth)—"“And you like New York, dear MAGtCIAN—"* Will any lady step on the stage? Miss Squibbs 2" Miss Maud Pendleton Squibhs (a writer of fiction from the west)—" I love New York. I adore its old historical aspects. I'm crazy to write a story about it. If I could only get some points, Mr, Oldbow “"—— Mr. Oldbow—" Vb 1 can be of any possible help to you, dearest Miss Squibbs "—— Afiss Squibbs (with pretty impulsiveness) —" Oh, you can! ‘Tell me everything, I've read so much about old New York, you know, The old-time theatres, to begin with, Mr. Oldbow—Rich- mond Hill and all the rest. Tell me all you remember.” Mr. Oldbow (with stiffness, squirming)—" My dear Miss Squibbs, I—really ""— Miss Squibbs— Oh, can't you remember? It’s so fascinating! Don't say you don’t know about when Bowling Green was a promenade park, and "“— Mr. Oldbow (chillingly) —" I am extremely sorry to be forced to disappoint you." AMiss Squibbs— Oh, dear! 1 was so in hopes to get a breath of the quaint old atmosphere of this dear old historical city. When Chambers street was away out of town, you know— don't you know?—and Canal street a canal "— Mr, Oldbow (reezingly, offering his arm)—"I believe somebody is re- citing, Allow me, Miss Squibbs, to escort you to your chaperon.” “NOT SO BAD,” ETC. THOUGIT some took down on pawn brokers — All T have to do now is to count one, two, three, and she is— And quite despise the creatures, We must confess Their business Has its redeeming features. TOUCHY ON THAT POINT. 46 JOE JEF J to RSON doesn’t resort ny such advertising dodge as having his diamonds stolen.” “No, He's afraid the papers WORKING ON HIS IMAGINATION, Jounnie— I wonder how ‘twould feel, Jimmie, ter have ie vol ‘fersoni one ob dem pies an’ a piece ob angel-cake in yer hands at de Might refer to it as Jeffersonian sim- same time?” plicity.”” —NMon Dieu! caught in the trap.” comicbooks.com