Judge, 1895-06-01 · page 6 of 16
Judge — June 1, 1895 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This page contains multiple satirical stories mocking domestic life and romance, typical of Judge's late 19th-century humor. **"After the Strike"** depicts a soldier returning from war (likely the Spanish-American War era) who disappoints his sweetheart by complaining about hardships rather than displaying heroism—he's hungry, tired, covered in cockroaches, and ultimately just wants a bath. The satire mocks both sentimental patriotic romance and soldiers' unglamorous reality. **"Like Father, Like Son"** jokes about hypocrisy: a disapproving father catches his son fishing on Sunday, while the father himself appears to be engaged in improper conduct. **"The Reason"** is a brief joke about pricing: identical bonnets cost different amounts based on size, mocking both fashion absurdity and consumer gullibility. **"A Fin de Siècle Fake"** parodies exotic orientalist tales, featuring an Ottoman pasha attempting elaborate deceptions to impress someone, only to be outdone by American trickery—reflecting contemporary attitudes toward cultural stereotypes and American cleverness. The cartoons reflect Judge's focus on domestic comedy, social pretense, and American superiority.
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350 Suage AFTER THE STRIKE. » HE BELONGED to the s'teenth separate company and had just got back from the : seat of war. He was in front of the armory, fully armed. when she fell into his x arms and threw her arms around his neck. “Oh, Gawge!” she cried; “what you must have been through!” “Te ain't a circumstance to how thev have been through And Gavége gloomily felt of his pocket. Tell me—oh, tell me!” she cried. “Well,” said he as he mechanically felt of her face with, his lips, “we had scarcely arrived on the ground when we were attacked "— “Oh, don’t! she sighed. ——" attacked with hunger,” he continued. “ Then we threw out our pickets.” “ What did you throw them out for?” she gurgled. “Because we didn’t want ‘em any longer,” he said. “Then they charged us "—— “Good heavens!” she screamed. me. “charg: a We ed us ten cents oan, y by eg N for beer,” he explained, “They raised the ty Uf LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON. price of beers easier than we could,” he con- WA. Deacon Dexman — “Mr. Jones, I'm tinued dreamily. “You dear, brave fellow!" she whispered. “And you were out in all the storms?” “Sure, Esmeralda,” he said softly; "but we were dry most of the time.” “And you slept on the tent- ed field?” she said proudly. “Hardly,” he explained. “It was mostly on the depot-floor, with cockroaches crawling into your ears, Esmeralda!” he cried bitterly, and tears stood in his swollen eyes, "we ate sandwich- ¢s until | found myself cutting aeuchre-deck, sliding « railway time-table in between, and tak- ing a bite out of “But, Gawge,” she said, “you fought, bled and died for your country.” AR sorry to tell you that I saw your boy fishing ¢ last sabbath. Mr. BurNAP—"'Confound the rascal! 1 thought it was strange I couldn't find my hoarsely. “Do you know what I would give the world for at this. moment?” Consciously she looked down, blushed, and said “* No.” “It is a bath!” he shrieked. And casting her off he fled into the night. Avt, women, THE REASON. Alethea (shopping)—" How much is this bonnet, made of a single bow and feather ?” Saleslady —“ Fourteen dol- lars, ma’am," Alethea —“ And this one?” Saleslady —* Twenty-five. “1 bougnt, fed and lied, you DIFFERENT, Alethea (surprised) —“ So mean, Esmeralda,” he whispered PATER— * What do vou mean by letting that young hound kiss you?” much more!" couldn't help it, father. Parer—" Couldn't help it? Saleslady —" Doesn't mad- am nofice how much smaller it is than the other ?” I'd like to see him kiss me if I didn’t want him to.” A FIN DE SIECLE FAKE; OR, HOW THE PASHA MADE A FAVORABLE IMPRESSION. Apt THALER PASHA (in alarm)—" What! dog of a singed mother-in-law— treason 7” Citier RuNucH—"' Fear not, oh, prince : ‘tis the inventive fright of the age. ‘ mc it Where your Van Dyke spinach failed to captivate the coy Holland maiden ; Arr THALER PASHA—"' Fear not. beauteous one! Apt Thaler’s mighty where yout Corbechent teecateat A bo gure. the Caniohan cimeter protects thee (Aside) By the beard of the Armenian prophet! the hers Jo" eG anes mechanical mouse cut no figure, the Canajoharie fake Canajoharie snake beats the Durch," Propt Art THALER PASHA—" Ha! a good thing. Secrete yourself behind yon pomegranate and wiggle it along ” comicbooks.com