Judge, 1895-09-07 · page 3 of 16
Judge — September 7, 1895 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains multiple unrelated satirical sketches typical of Judge's format: **"The Actor's Terrible Revenge"** (top): A melodramatic scene mocking theatrical conventions—a man pursuing a woman into the sea. The caption jokes about an actor's exaggerated revenge fantasy, satirizing overwrought stage performances and acting clichés. **"The Cause of It"** and other brief jokes below reference domestic situations and social observations (a wife, piano-playing, club inspections). **"A Job Lot"** (bottom left): Appears to satirize immigration or labor, showing multiple figures in cramped conditions—likely commenting on urban crowding or employment exploitation. The sketches use exaggerated drawings and wordplay typical of 1890s-1900s humor. Without specific dates or clearer identifying details, the exact social/political targets remain somewhat unclear, though they generally mock contemporary American social pretensions and absurdities.
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al THE ACTOR'S TERRIBLE REVENGE. Clad in her new bathing-suit, the leading lady stood upon the beach. The heavy villain approached stealthily. ‘* Ha-ha !" he hissed between his clinched teeth ; “I have thee in me power at last.” Seizing her with his sinewy fingers, he hurled her with a fiendish laugh and all his strength far out into the watery main.” The leading lady sank to her shoulders in the wet. The heavy villain’s revenge was assured. The leading lady’s new bathing-dress was irretrievably ruined. (Curtain.\ THE CAUSE OF IT. "So SHE’s Jack Leonard's wife? I never thought he would marry her. How did it happen—money ?” “No; propinquity.” BIBLICAL PIANO-PLAYING Miss Fosdick— Blanche Trivvet plays the piano on the scriptural plan.” Miss Gaskett—"1 never heard of the scriptural plan of piano-playing. What do you mean?” Miss Fosdick— She never lets her left hand know what her right hand is doing.” ANOTHER ENGLISH NOBLEMAN. Dusty RHopes—" Yes, lady; I knows I looks like a tramp, but p'r'aps yer ain't heard as now uat de Trilby an’ Bonypart craze is near worn out de English noblemen has started a fresh un, which is ter disguise ‘emselves as tramps an’ perigrine de shrubbarbs in ¢ search uv adventure. So jes’ trot out yer daughters, fer I'm de honorable Halgernon Fuz- Montgomery, late uv Berkeley square an’ de Grange, near Middlesex.” KIND. THE new club-house of M— is opened for public inspection, and Mr. P., who is strolling through, comes upon two familiar faces. “Good-morning, Dr. L. and Dr. S. How in the world does it happen that the town of M——can spare both of you gentlemen at the same time even upon so auspicious an occasion as the present?" Dr. L.—"Why, you see, my dear friend, we're giving the people of M——a chance to recover.” EVIDENTLY NOT HIMSELF. Mrs. CoLoner BLuGRass—"* Doctor, what are the symptoms of THE church and the scaffold are the two most powerful engines for developing latent religious sen- timent, es paresis ? Dr. Bitem—' Why, it usually manifests itself in strange, un- usual and unexplainable actions.” Mxs, CoLoNKL BLUGKASS—"* Just as I thought, doctor, and my husband's got it. Hg went fishing yesterday and came home sober.”