Judge, 1894-08-18 · page 7 of 16
Judge — August 18, 1894 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several satirical pieces mocking contemporary social issues: **"Rev. Moakley McKoon on the Bicycle"** ridicules cyclists' awkward appearance and posture, using a mock-sermon delivered in exaggerated dialect. It includes a racist jab at Black Americans, claiming they physically cannot ride bicycles. **"A Social Misunderstanding"** satirizes Irish-American social pretensions, depicting Mrs. Flanagan and Mrs. Murphy as working-class women obsessed with social climbing and "coming out" celebrations—mocking their aspirations. The remaining sketches use ethnic caricatures and dialect humor (German "Hopschen," rural Black "Country Parkey," Irish immigrants) to create jokes about class differences, obesity, and courtship. The page reflects Judge's consistent approach: mocking bicycles as a fad, targeting immigrant groups and ethnic communities, and satirizing class-consciousness among working people—typical late-Victorian upper-class humor that would be considered offensive today.
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JUDGE REV. MOAKLEY MCKOON ON THE BICYCLE. “They shall justle one ano her on the s:reets. they shall run like the lightaings.”"—Nanuat 11 ¢ BREDREN, evidentually dat means de bicycle. Dat is de man dat cairies his stummick between his shoulder-blades an’ his face on de top of his haid, an’ his trousers has to be cut wid a buzz-saw. He gits a hump on his back like a Russian Jew pack-peddler an’ walks like a knee- sprung turkey ona stony road, He cometh up. like a flower an’ doubles over like a frost-bitten, tomater-plant. His life is a weariness ob de afflicted flesh, an’ he looks like a frog dat has indigestion De colored man kain’t ride de bicycle bekase his leg is in de middle ob his foot, an’ you couldn’ tell which way he was goin’, an’ his shin-bone would cut de rubber tire. Let us. be thankful. Sing. ane A SOCIAL MISUNDERSTANDING., BACKWARD. Tuirsty ‘TikockmorTON—"* How is RS. FLANAGAN has had a little falling out with Mrs. Murphy, the leader of the “swell yer allers gi s plenty er grub outer de farme set,” and this is what she has to say of it: ever, hasiter,work fer; it? 5 : Jim Hickey—" Well, it’s me faverit skeem. pard #*Shure,’ says Mrs, Murphy to me wan day last week,‘me daughter is comin’ out on so keep it mum. Never erproach er lady wid kn Sathurday, and it’s plazed we'd be to have the attindance av all our friends to a little parthy to. patches on yer. She tinks yer know wot work is an cellybrate it.” alue, Jest jolly up wid a patch like dis an’, F 3 . . yer is a hard-up gent, she feels sorry fer yer an’ “*It’s kind yez are, Mrs. Murphy,’ says I, ‘and it's mesilf as wishes I cud kape up wid the yer gits'a dandy ol’ hand-outt.” social obsarvances as yez do, but if Iwas to do anything of the kind to cellybrate me son's comin’ out faith, it would ruin me. He's bein sint up again and again that stiddy. “*Shure, it's not comin’ out of jail she is, you blunderin’ ould blath- erskite,’ says she, ‘and it’s glad I am I found out the lowness of me neighbors befor I invited thim to me house.’ “And wid that she lift me; and me manin’ no harum at all at all.” CONTENTMENT, A DINNER, coffee and cigars, Of friends a half a score Mr. Jounson (of New York)—"* See here, yo’ kintry niggah, oan’ yo" gib wid dis yer razzer! See?” me nun ob yo’ sass or Ise'll kearve y SHE CAUGHT WHAT SHE WAS AFTER, * Did you-have any Inck fishing, dear?” “Did 1? Just look at that sparkle.” CITY AND COUNTRY, NOT THE MAN HE WAS LOOKING FOR. SAY yer a lier, an’ Vl lick yer w fight a feller of yer size!” What yer take me fer? Do yer think I want.ter git licked ?” A WELL-EARNED REWARD. Hardwright —"You ate get- ting pretty fat, Hops! You better look out !” Mr. Hopschen Yah, 1 eal und trink me a blenty for git fat; und den mein docter tells me schmoke a blenty for git thin.” Country parkey—'t Whad's dat yo! say, riggah! Whad yo’ say?” comicbooks.com