Judge, 1895-09-14 · page 5 of 16
Judge — September 14, 1895 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This page contains six separate comic sketches satirizing American social types and customs circa early 1900s: **"His First and Last Ball-Game"**: An rural Uncle Silas attends baseball, confused by the sport's rules—he mistakes the umpire's calls for actual game action, reflecting urban-rural cultural gaps. **"Force of Habit"**: An elderly man compulsively picks up pins due to childhood bowling-alley work, satirizing how labor conditions create ingrained behaviors. **"An Awful Possibility"**: Women worry that fashion will revert to tight sleeves and bloomers will disappear—mocking contemporary anxiety about evolving women's fashion and the bloomer controversy. **"Obliging"**: A farmer's casual indifference to shooting over his wife's preserves (canned goods) satirizes rural attitudes toward property and domestic matters. **"A Guest of Honor"**: An English actor receives mock-royal treatment from a rough western railroad-station restaurant owner, who plays "Rule, Britannia" upon recognizing refined British tastes—gentle satire of English pretension meeting American frontier hospitality. **"A Disastrous Fake"**: A drunk man seeks alcohol as medicine from a quack doctor, satirizing fraudulent medical practitioners and alcoholism.
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HIS FIRST AND LAST BALL-GAME, Uncie, Sivas (at Ais first ball-came)—"* I've heerd o' them empires gittin’ mobbed, an’ I cal'late I'll see one direckly, Th’ pesky whelp ’s called two strikes on th’ chap thet’s ingin’ th’ flail, an’ blessed ef th’ ball 's hit it wunst.” FORCE OF HABIT. SSSAY, old man, what makes you pick up pins every time you see them in the street? Are you superstitious ?” “Not at all, When I was a boy I worked in a bowling-alley.” AN AWFUL POSSIBILITY. Miriam (impressively)—" We will soon be wearing tight sleeves again. imagine that bloomers will—will—ever "— Milicent (jn horror)—" That would be terrible !* Do you OBLIGING. CHoLLY Knickernocker—"* Good-morning, sir. for a few hours?” Farmer WAYBACK- Vaal, now, thet beats me. all day ef ye wanter.” 165 A GUEST OF HONOR. ANENGLISH actor was a member of a company snow- bound in the Sierras while en route from California to the east. Before their train was pulled out of the drifts they had been reduced to eating the coarse fare of the railroad laborers, and got little enough even of that; so that they all had a magnificent hunger on when the train reached a small station at which there was a restaurant, and the Englishman was the first to find a seat at a table. “Bring me, in a hurry,” he said to the landlord, a burly western man, “‘a porterhouse steak, some deviled kidneys, a brace of chops, plenty of vegetables, and two bottles of Bass’s bitter beer.” The landlord stuck his head out of the dining-room door and yelled to somebody in the rear apartment, “Say, Bill! tell the band to play ‘Rule, Britannia.’ The prince of Wales has come.” A DISASTROUS FAK Buurrinc Durry (in desperate tonet)—" Quick, mister ! gimme er dime fer er drink, I'm erfraid I'm goin’ ter have ‘em right now.” Dr. Repxostrn. (ef Riverhead)—"* {Bifl) No, yer hain’t (crack '). Lallers perscribe violence (soak !) ter start ‘th’ (bang !) cirkerlation among my (whack !) patients o° your class, — Could we shoot over your preserves My ol’ woman thinks more o' her Presarves than she does o' me ; but there's a pile o' tin cans back o” the barn ye kin shoot over —Thar, yer better a'reddy. Here's my card, When ye git fixed financially ye kin remit me fer my services, Good-day.” ‘comicbooks.com