Judge, 1894-08-11 · page 7 of 16
Judge — August 11, 1894 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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This page contains multiple satirical sketches typical of early 20th-century American humor: **"Biding Her Time"** mocks a working-class maid's romantic opportunism, presented as willing to marry any man—from artistic types to laborers to nobility. **"The Difference"** jokes about a woman (Miss Bow) finding her male companion (Mr. Sport) visually unappealing, likely referencing his physique or appearance. **"Alarming Forgetfulness"** features Irish immigrant domestic servants (Bridget and Norah) in heavy dialect, depicting them as scatter-brained—Bridget forgets to set an alarm clock and angrily tosses it away when it works too well. **"Only Way Possible"** satirizes hobos discussing a strike, suggesting they're too disorganized to actually accomplish it. **"A Good Reason"** contrasts a woman's refined appearance at social events with her shabby appearance at the seaside, mocking pretense. The page uses period stereotypes—Irish maids, street vagrants—for comic effect typical of Judge's satirical approach.
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BIDING HER TIME. NOW'S tie time the maid of summer Greets with open arms each comer; Loving, jilting artist, drummer, Hoping for an earl or plumber. SUGGESTIVE FACT. Irate old gentleman (to snoring inebriate)—" Dont you know if you kept your mouth shut you would make less noise?” Snoring inebriate (drowsi- ly)—"So would you.” THE DIFFERENCE. SHE DIDN'T ADMIRE IT, How do you like the view, Miss Row?” Miss Bow (gazing at Mfr. Sports bact)—"* | can t say that I like it very much, Mr. Sport.” ALARMING FORGETFULNESS, Bridget (ven p.m., 10 sick sister)—" Norah, darlint, Patsy lint me his alar-rum aginst gittin’ up airly in th’ marnin’, but 1 do be thot dead wid shlape whin Oi wake up Oi'd not be hearin’ wan wurd it ‘ud shpake, Cud Oi sit it yer soide av th’ bed, an’ will yez warn me whin it rattles in th’ marnin’ Norah—* Shure, an’ 1 w Norah (five a.m.) —" Bi dy! Biddy, darlint! Bid-dy! Shure, th’ rattlin’ 's done this long since.” Bridget (fe minutes later, slinging the clock into a closet and slamming the door)—“ Git in there, yez singin’ haythin, an’ thot's too good fer yez!” Norah— Phwat did yez do.” thot fer?” Bridget—"Phwat fer? Well, thin, Oi'm jist. remimber- in’ thot th’ bould-faced dago avoke yez up too.” ONLY WAY POSSIBLE, Fatigued William —" De gran’ master hobo uv de united amalgamation uv sand-pounders an’ weary chevaliers uy de road has ordered dat we all goes out on strike.” Tired Thomas— Oh, sho! 3 ae How we goin’ ter do dat? poet eae oer enon agate peaeec f NTER—"'I suppose the game is pretty we off by now? Fatigued William— FARMEX —"Oh, Lord, no! Ver see, ther henyaot can huntin’ up here but 'fellers'like you from the cit In the afternoon every one praised her beauty At the ball she was the Venus. Hut, oh, dear! when I met her at the seaside! and refinement. comicbooks.com