Judge, 1894-09-08 · page 6 of 16
Judge — September 8, 1894 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several short satirical pieces typical of Judge's humor: **"Not in Good Health"** depicts a conversation between a silver coin and counterfeit bill, both complaining about rough treatment in circulation. The satire mocks monetary concerns of the era—silver coins versus paper currency reliability. **"A Miraculous Redemption by a Nose"** shows a Jewish father (indicated by Yiddish dialect spelling) holding his drowning son's nose above water, joking that if the boy weren't Jewish, he'd let him drown. This reflects the period's prevalent ethnic stereotyping and antisemitic humor common in American magazines. **"The Fairy's Gift"** is a sentimental story about a fairy visiting a poor, sick man, inspiring him to write—apparently a new idea, mocked in the closing line. **"Shoo, Fly"** shows two men in poverty greeting each other; one works as a waiter in a cheap restaurant but can't afford to eat there himself. The cartoons reflect Judge's blend of social commentary, ethnic caricature, and sentimentality typical of late 19th/early 20th-century American satire.
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NOT IN GOOD HEALTH. THe siver coin—" Why, William! what's the matter with you? You look queer. THe COUNTERFEIT BILL—'* Why wouldn't T, I'd like to know? People are continually shoving me. But,'say; you're not looking very bright.” THe SILVER COIN—"* Oh, I have a hard time of it because I circulate round so much, you know, Yesterday I got plugged and to-day I was knocked down twice.” JUDGE THE FAIRY’S GIFT. HE room was very high up, for the view from its single window showed nothing but tall chimneys and blistered roofs ; and it was dark except where the moon- light made a great splash of radiant silver on the floor. Slowly the stream of moon- beams changed its course. It nolonger lit the floor, but fell upon a flat bed whose skeleton showed through its thin covering, A man was lying there, but not even the moon-glory - ~ D Sys =“ =~ a AN A MIRACULOUS REDEMPTION BY A NOSE. Coun (excitedly, to Ikey, who has got beyond his depth)—* Holdt ub a momend longer, mine sohn. Keeb ub dot nose! Shimmii pe deadt pefore I got halluf vay oud dere.” You uon't know how much I love you, Ange "—— ashus! ohf dot poy vasn't a Heprew he vould “SHOO, FLY!" ER DEPTH. Witte (in ard /uck)—"* Good gwacious, Clawence! you a waitah in a Bowery hash-house ?” Chanence (alo in hard luck)—"* Yes, Willie, deah boy, 1 tend table heah, but I don’t eat heah. could brighten his rusty and bedraggled garments, Disap- pointment, poverty and weariness were everywhere written upon him; and when the light found his face it earnestly confirmed the story that his clothes had told, It was tired and distressed even in his slumber. Suddenly a dainty figure fluttered through the white haze that hung about his head. She had wings of gauze, resplen- dent with moonbeam spangles. She sailed close to his ear and whispered a few words in it; then she flew to the win- dow-sill and waited. : A faint smile spread over his features. Slowly his ye- lids lifted, but his eyes were still dull, He raised his hand to his brow and began to remember.“ What was it?” he mut- tered. Then he recalled his dream. He gave a stifled cry; he jumped from the bed and sprang to the decrepit desk to fumble with his lamp. . Meanwhile the fairy watched him with a smile of happi- ness and gayety. Her laugh was like a tiny bell as she threw a kiss to the man, who had already commenced his writing. “Good-bye,” she said ood-bye. You are the hun- dredth man who thought that idea was new. Good-bye.” LAYTON BREWER, ANGRLINA—"* Oh, go away!" comicbooks.com