Judge, 1895-04-06 · page 4 of 16
Judge — April 6, 1895 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains several brief satirical sketches typical of late 19th-century humor: **"He Must Have Enjoyed It"** jokes about entertaining a visiting Englishman with minimal effort—serving him toast instead of a proper breakfast. **"A Spring Epitaph"** mocks someone who shed winter clothing prematurely, assuming spring had arrived, and died from exposure—a dark joke about poor judgment. **"Not a Street-Car"** plays on a photographer's extra charge for including a child in a portrait, with the sitter's naive suggestion of holding the boy in her lap instead. **"Souvenir Night"** celebrates the 50th day of employing a new servant girl—satirizing how quickly hired help quit, making each milestone noteworthy. **"Business is Business"** ridicules a young man for sending a typewritten marriage proposal with a dictated notation, prioritizing efficiency over romance. **"The Wrong Kind"** depicts a doctor misdiagnosing a boy's illness; the boy swallowed robin's eggs that fell when a tree branch broke, not actual chicken-pox. The humor reflects period class attitudes and domestic servant culture.
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HE MUST HAVE ENJOYED IT. $+ P)ID you breakfast the Englishman as you intended ?” No; couldn't bring that about, but we quailed him on toast at the club after the theatre.” A SPRING EPITAPH, HEY laid him in his box of wood, With silver-mounted panels. He thought the spring had come for good, And shed his winter flannels. NOT A STREET- CAR. Photegrapher— \cwill be two dollars extra for your little boy in the picture, madam.” Sitter—" What ! if V hold bim in my lap 2” SOUVENIR NIGHT. First suburbanite—" What is there going on over at Brownkin’s to-night — a golden wed- ding?” See ond suburbanite — It's souvenir night, in celebration of the fiftieth day of their having their new hired girl.” THE COOK'S ALTERNAT Usipcrr—" Mr Bildad, yer wife come into the kitchen Hay marnin’ an’ insoolted me, an’ it’s wan ay two things—either she laves this house or 1 does,” BUSINESS IS BUSINESS, Grorce (as he lazily reclines)—""And so she returned your letter and gave you to understand that all was over ?" WiLtir—" She did, my boy ; which proves that the spirit of progress does not enter into the composition of the girl of the present day. What she probably objected to was the type-written letter, with the word ‘dictated on the upper left-hand corner and my name signed * per J.” by the iter girl; but business ts business, and if a fellah can save fifteen minutes on a proposal of marriage he's bound to do it, ye know. WORST OF ALL. G!RING'S fevers soon will eome to pass, ‘They go attacking you and me, But worst of all of them, alas, Is that of writing poetry ! THE GARDEN PLOT. PRING with its frosts and showers Frustrates the noblest deeds ; ‘The maid who now sows flowers Will soon be reaping weeds, Doctor (x boy (feeb) — THE WRONG KIND, jas been hurriaily summoned) —"* 1 fear the boy has chicken-pox." Vain't chickens, doctor ; | had four robin’s eggs ia my mouth, when the limb broke an’ | swallered ‘em whole," comicbooks.com