Judge, 1894-11-03 · page 5 of 16
Judge — November 3, 1894 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several Irish-immigrant stereotypes common to late 19th-century American humor. The main cartoons mock Irish working-class characters through exaggerated dialect and situations: **"The Deformed Transformed in Shantytown"** depicts O'Donovan purchasing a horse and having neighborhood boys (led by Mickey, "son of the neighboring junkman") paint it white and attach fake horns to mimic a wealthy person's horse—satirizing Irish aspirations to imitate upper-class affectations. **"A Heavy Load"** jokes about an Irish servant (Bridget) reporting her neighbor's drunkenness through malapropism—he's so drunk he "took the sidewalk with him." The page also includes unrelated domestic humor ("Halloween in the Kitchen," "Those Shrinking Flannels") and brief verses. The Irish characters are consistently portrayed as ignorant, working-class, and prone to drinking—reflecting period prejudices. The humor relies entirely on ethnic caricature and dialect humor that would be considered offensive today.
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O'Donovan (sho has made a purchase in horse-flesh)—"* Whin me ould woman gits back frum market an’ dhraps her oyes betop this shtoylish baste, wid her tail docked loike a rale Wanderbilt, her optics “Il projict a bit frum her ould mug. Manewhoile mesilf il shtep inter th’ house fer a dirap.”” SSIS Mickey (son of the neighboring junkman)—'* Now, fellers, hump yerselves an’ bring on dem imertation horns an’ de bucket o' white- wash, — —Keep ‘er head down, Jimmy, till I git ‘em tied on solid ; you, Billy, hussle yersilf an’ spot her up artistical.” Mxs O'DoovaN (in background)—" Fer hivin's sake! wud yez luk at th’ soize av thot Billy-goat.” Mx. O'Donovan (emerging from deor)—'* TW divil take me, whot er change in me optical visyan th’ dhrap Oi tuk has made in th’ shpace av toime !* 1E KNEW A THING OR TWO.” HALLOWEEN IN THE KITCHEN. JANE ANN JOHNSING 's tryin’ tricks— Tryin’ t’ git ole fate t' fix All her futer nice ‘nd sweet, An’ give her fur a busban’, Pete. Great big nigger sawin’ wood, Wouldn't have him if I could ; Lyin’, thievin’, lazy lot. Look at him? Well, T guess not. A HEAVY LOAD. Bridget —" Wud ye plaze tell me, mum, if the gintleman nexht dorr gits dhrunk ?” Mi stress—" Oh. no, Bridget; I. think not. Why do you ask 2" Bridget —* Well, mum, Oi do be afther watchin’ av him coom- in’ frum th’ carner, an’ ivery stip he tuk, he tuk th’ sidewalk wid him.” Dat you Pete? Why, jest come in. Ain‘t you lookin’ kind o' thin? Draw yo’ chair up by de fire, No; take this one—soft ‘nd higher. What say—like my wine ‘nd cake? Allus heard dat I could bake? Marry ?—I yo’ darlin’ sweet ? Tru'ful, honest, smart ole Pete ! ONE 1. jonas, ASTRONOMICAL, Shooting stars, THOSE SHRINKING FLANNELS. They were tennis-trousers last summer, but now they make very good drawers, comicbooks.com