Judge, 1894-11-24 · page 3 of 16
Judge — November 24, 1894 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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# Page 323 Analysis This page contains three separate comic pieces satirizing social pretension and class aspiration in early 20th-century America. **"Those Living Pictures"** mocks wealthy people's attempts at cultural refinement through theatrical tableaux vivants, suggesting such displays are mere affectation masking emptiness. **"One Thankful Man"** by Nathan M. Levy satirizes a nouveau-riche merchant who escaped poverty through business but now affects cultural superiority—wanting to be a poet or critic rather than simply enjoying honest food. The satire targets aspirational class-climbing and rejection of one's humble origins. **"In Hard Luck"** and **"We're All Alike"** appear to be humorous anecdotes about working-class characters and their misfortunes, likely commenting on common social experiences and shared human folly across classes. The overall theme critiques social pretension and the desire to transcend one's station.
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THOSE LIVING PICTURE! “When brushing your clothes this morning I found a coupon from the French folly show ; you must have been there.” "Um, a’ yes. Just dropped in the other evening to hear their new ditties.” * You mean ‘to see their nudities.*” ONE THANKFUL MAN. SPITE of unfulfilled ambition and the cruel mocking of an indifferent world I have much to be thankful for. Suppose | had married the freckle-faced, blue-eyed, auburn-haired beauty I used to take to dime-museums and other high-priced enter- tainments—she who wed the other fellow and who, from all I hear, has developed inclinations toward all sorts of extravagance, and hysterics besides ? Suppose the bunco-steerer whom. I met upon the public highway not long ago had succeeded in fleecing me of the two dollars and twenty cents I had in my pockets? Ought I not to be thankful that I had some business on hand and that I was able to introduce the prestidigitateur to a friend of mine with plenty of money who just happened to pass us? Dozing at my open window on a warm night of last July, dreaming, no doubt, of a land where collection agen- cies exist not and cornet-players blow not, I fell to the street below. $ pose I had landed upon the unyielding quick!" The barber gets through with him in exactly fifty-eight seconds — WE'RE ALL. MAN (rushing into barber-shop)—" Here, hey, barber! a” shave flag-stones instead of upon the accommodating cranium of an innocent passer-by? (He broke my fall and I almost broke his back, but I do not see how I am to blame, even if I only felt a little sore and he hasn’t quite recovered yet.) Suppose, instead of being a mere merchant, fate and nature had con- spired to make of me a magnetic healer, a walking delegate, a dramatic critic, or, say, a poet ? Suppose, instead of having just an honest craving for pork-and-beans and boiled cabbage, I had an all-consum- ing yearning for goose-liver pie and duck A la Luxembourg (whatever that may be)? Oh, let us be truly thankful ! RATHAN Mt. LEVY. IN HARD LUCK. Algy —* Chumley ‘ hard luck, doncher know.” Cholly—" How's that, deah boy >” Algy-—* Why, he spwained both his arms pwacticing with the dumb- bells, so that he has to have his man embwace his guhl foh him.” in deuced —~and then he sits down and looks at JuDGx for half an hour. ALIKE, comicbooks.com