Judge, 1894-06-30 · page 4 of 17
Judge — June 30, 1894 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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This page contains multiple satirical cartoons mocking contemporary American society: **"A Startling Costume"** jokes about a dramatic author's absurdly overwrought description of a woman's ball gown, using theatrical language ("low-moaning-sob bodice," "piercing-shriek skirt"). His wife suspects he's been drinking. **"A Meeting at Last"** depicts personified New York transportation systems—Broadway cable-car, Brooklyn trolley, and Broadway cante-cak—as competitors complaining about business troubles and being "run down." **"The Young Lady Reporter"** satirizes invasive, sensationalist journalism. A reporter from the *Daily Trumpet* newspaper badgers a grieving widow with increasingly inappropriate questions about her dead husband, demanding emotional details for publication. When the widow faints, the reporter indignantly leaves, insulted that the woman won't cooperate with her "enterprise." The page also includes lighter humor about a man accidentally caught by a hot-air balloon anchor and a flirtation involving pickpockets. The satirical targets are theatrical excess, newspaper exploitation of tragedy, and urban competition.
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A STARTLING COSTUME, INVALID WiFR—" Well, John, you got home from the ball sooner than I expected. Now, to begin with, Mrs. Jones—what did sie have on?” DRAMATIC AUTHOR (reminiscently) —" Oh, Mrs. Jones— yes—she had on a low-moaning-sob bodice with a piercing-shriek skirt, cut like a flash of midnight lightning, with a hissed-hoarsely train, and a hushe INVALID “John! let me smell of your breath.” ING AT LAST. Broapway cante-cak —" Hello, Brooklyn! 1 hear you're doing a rushing * biz" ?* BROOKLYN TROLLEY -CAR—"* Yep, 1 Aave got a dead cinch! How are you?” Baoapway us are all run dow: TrookLYN T again. Ma, ha!” BRoapway CABLE-CAR—"' Well, I've got to skip, Got to take part in a blockade this afternoon, so trolley-la !"" Ak—"* Got the grip ; but then, most of y-CAK—"" T suppose they run you back uh UNFORTUNATE LITER, voice-of expectancy bouquet in her corsage, and "— THE YOUNG LADY REPORTER. + sJMJADAM,” said the young lady reporter to the sick woman, » my paper, the Dadly Trumpet, has heard of the sad death of your hus- band and wishes to give you an opportunity to tell its readers just how you feel about it. I had great difficulty in gaining admission to your room, and I hope you will appreciate my enterprise and talk freely. Tell me just how you felt when you heard of his death, and above all describe your feelings when his body was carried into the house. You will get a whole column, 1am sure, if you talk interestingly.” The sick woman moaned and started to say something, but the young lady reporter interrupted. “ You needn't be in a hurry,” she said,“ Think it all out. Weren't you shocked when the news was brought to you? Did you remember his last words to you? Did he say anything to you lately which might indicate that he had a premonition of his death? It would be awfully interesting if he did. Did you love him very much? Was he ever cross to you? Do you think he is in heaven now? But of course you do. We women always do in such cases, don't we? Do the children feel badly about EASY LOCOMOTION. Wanpertxc Witte. (zoho, while taking a road. side nap, has been caught by a balloon's drag-anchor) “Am I dreamin’, or in paradise ?* it? With your permission I will interview them and ask them how they feel before I leave. The little ones may say cute things which will make good reading. And I promise you to put their names in, It will be so nice for them to see their names in print for the first time. And—but, good heavens! what is the matter with the woman? Why, she has fainted. Well, I never! A woman going off like that when she had a chance to get her name and a column talk in the Daily Trumpet! It's an insult to me and my paper. 1 wouldn't be surprised if she were in some way responsible for her husband's death, If she cared for him at all she would have told me all about how she felt.” And the young lady report- er left the house in a rage. Ww. L RloRDON. HER LINE. and while I get the drop "— Laniat Luke —" Hands up, thar, Doc! yer dioxnoses an’ I gets yer perscripshun, Savvy ?" AL SUGGESTIVENESS. 7 . HE angles for a compliment— Doctor Ferrnert (reaching for his pocket case) —" Your case is serious, sit. ‘The first necessity will be a litle anti: S 8 - The crafty little thing. T've got th’ drop, an’ yer don’t git no ‘ ante-money ‘ outer me till yer finishes He takes the bait and she’s content To get him on her string. comicbooks.com