Judge, 1894-06-02 · page 3 of 16
Judge — June 2, 1894 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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**"Heavy Consumers"** satirizes Southern industrialists' complaints about Northern manufacturing advantages. Colonel Dixie and Colonel Cord-Wood-Rope engage in a circular conversation about supply chain problems—each blames the other for inefficiency, yet both remain dependent on the other's products. The joke is that despite their grievances, they're locked in mutual reliance. **"Great Delicacy"** depicts a humorous misunderstanding about dining with an Italian friend—the courier assumes the message requires personal delivery, but it's just about game dishes. **"His Time Comes"** and **"Same man two years after marriage"** show a man's transformation from romantic suitor (courting in a tent) to domesticated husband (carrying luggage, appearing harried). These are primarily humor pieces rather than political commentary.
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JUDGE THRILLS ON TAP. se] APPRECI- ATE the hon- or you have con- ferred upon me, count,” said Ed- wina with a sigh, “but I cannot mar- ry you. You are pleasing to me, and I know you have a truly noble charac- ter, but you do not —do not—thrill me. I have longed all my life to be thrill- ed. It may be ro- mantic and even silly, but years ago I determined that 1 would marry none but a man who could thrill me. I am very sorry that ""—— “One moment,” interrupted Count Galvani. “If it is only a question of a thrill Ican supply that fast. enough, Stand up, please. HEAVY CONSUMERS. CoLonet. Dixie—" You northern manufacturers don’t give the south propah credit, sah. Look at your immense cordage industries—largely built up by the solid south, let me tell you, sah.” Corpace Boxps—" How $0?" CoLonet Dixtt—"* Why, lynchin’ niggahs, sah. Every time we lynch a niggah the rope is cut up for mementoes and we have to order a new one, sah.” “What do you mean, count?” cried the young girl. “Just do as [ tell you, please,” said the count in the tone of the man who poses sitters in a photograph-gallery. end your arm, so, Open your hand, That's right. Now.” And the count, after fumbling beneath his coat for a few seconds, grasped her extended hand firmly. “Oh,” cried Edwina, “ how deli st she threw herself into his arms. As the count left the palatial m “It pays to be the electrical man dollars a week, exclusive of batteries.” ‘That is a thrill indeed! Count, I am yours.” And a of the heiress he murmured, a dime-museum, even if the salary is only ten Ww. L IORDON, GREAT DELICACY. Mr. Amy (in telephone-office)—" Will you please call up Miss Marybone and deliver a message for me?” * Operator — Wouldn't you like to speak with her yourself?” itr, Amy—" Oh. no, no! 1—the fact is—I dined with an Italian friend and one courte consisted of garlic.” HIS TIME COMES. Hr—'*See, my love, how the cruel red man makes the wife of his bosom toil while he sits and smokes.”” 345 A REALISTIC WATER-COLOR. A STORY WITHOUT WoKDS. Same man two years after marriage. comicbooks.com