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# Judge Magazine Page 36: Analysis This page contains several unrelated humorous sketches typical of Judge's satirical format: **"Weary Wraas" sketches**: Depict hobos/tramps discussing muscle-reviver bottles after a railway wreck, then the next day regretting their hangover and needing work to recover—satirizing working-class drinking culture and its consequences. **"His Year's Pleasures"**: Mocks wealthy leisure—a man named Dumley cycles through fashionable resort destinations (seaside, New York, White Sulphur Springs, Niagara Falls), poking fun at the idle rich's repetitive pursuit of status symbols. **"The Superlative"**: A brief joke about compounding happiness with doubled wealth, likely satirizing materialism. **"Where They Are Wanted"**: An old innkeeper with sixteen sons is urged to open a seaside hotel—implying large families are burdensome and should be exploited commercially. **"Ralph's Little Joke" and "Can't Be Shaken"**: Lighthearted domestic humor unrelated to social commentary. The page reflects Judge's typical blend of class-based satire, drinking culture commentary, and domestic humor targeting late 19th/early 20th-century American audiences.
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Weary Wraas (after the railway wreck) — “1 got away wid twelve bottles uv muscle-reviver.” WANDERING WiLLiE—"" Twelve bottles! We'll drink it all; dere must be alcohol in it.” HIS YEAR’S PLEASURES. ++ {OW does Dumley spend his time since he fell into that legacy?” “Well, he summers at the seaside, he winters in New York, he springs at White Sulphur and he falls at Nia THE SUPERLATIVE, Alethea (Areamily)—" lf 1 had a million dollars I should be as happy as I could be. Alberta (smilingly)—And if you had two millions, dear ?” Alethen (ec statically) —" Ob, | should be twice as happy. Buty Jiccers—" Hortense, run home straight away an’ ask mother ter git out me Sunday pants an’ iron me a collar an’ lay in a pen’orth o° soap. ‘This is a chance of a life-time.” TOO MUCH OF A GOOD THING, Weary WRacs (next morning) en's s-s-sake, p-pard, give us work? Only g-give us wework !! Ht W. k-keep stil !!" out,“ Hurry, auntie! the lamp is sick. “Fer h-heav- (An hour later, in the hay-feld.) Why ‘d we ever drink dat stuff?“ We'll hev t’ work all summer t’ git our nervous debility back again.” “Oh, my! Wewe c'can't keep sti swe c-can't A ms ai ‘be AGS er eS WHERE THEY ARE WANTED. OLD INHaBrranr—" Yes, sir; I've got sixteen sons, an’ all of ‘em livin’ too.” Vistron—"* Great Scott ! why don’t you start a seaside hotel 2” RALPH'S LITTLE JOKE. YOUNG RALPH was whirling a revolving lamp on the library table when it suddenly turned over, and as the oil poured out in great gulps the frightened little fellow cried It got dizzy and fell over and is vomiting.” CAN'T BE SHAKEN. Faxayx Oatcake—" I ain't trained this ‘ere hoss fer nothin’; jes’ put me down fer second place.” comicbooks.com