Judge, 1895-10-26 · page 4 of 20
Judge — October 26, 1895 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page from the satirical magazine *Judge* contains several distinct pieces of humor targeting American society circa early 1900s: **"Under the Microscope"** offers definitional humor—playful distinctions between puns, humor, satire, and wit, ending with the joke that *Judge* itself has "circulation enough" despite being old newspapers (implying the magazine's content is recycled or stale). **"Both Minus"** is a simple domestic joke about a maid and mistress—likely Irish immigrant humor common to the era. **"An Interstate Orphan"** is darker satire about railroad accidents killing working-class families, presented through dialect verse. The orphan's parents and siblings died in separate rail disasters, highlighting the industrial era's human toll and lack of social safety nets. **"My Boston Sweetheart"** is sentimental romantic verse. The bottom illustrations appear to depict social situations—possibly courtship or class interactions—typical of *Judge*'s commentary on American manners and morality. Overall, the page mixes light domestic humor with critique of industrial dangers and social inequality.
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Suage UNDER THE MICROSCOPE. joker’s rules Teach nothing but to learn his tools.” Hudibras (adap). PUN is a wordful of fun. Humor—Peculiarity in his bathio; Satire—Salt thrown on a sore spot. Wit—The sparkle of the diamond ; a mental flash; that step between the ridiculous and the sub- lime; a similitude verified; nonsense made plausi- ble; fancy momentarily held captive ; logic reduced toa geometric point ; keen mental vision. A joke— A judicious commingling of these fourgoing articles, with the addition of amiability and the good-will of the editor. Caric: ostume, ture is to logic what tradition is to history. £—The philosophy of the moment. BOTH MINUS. Mistress— Had neither of the grocers any celery, Bridget? Bridget —" JUDGE'S LULU GLASER IN Tnfatuated ? ye And now I'm pire gue jamais A NOTE ON CIRCULATION. [TIS said that in covering plants with paper, s a protection against. frost, the paper must not be folded perfectly tight about the plant. A friend, not knowing this fact, lost his plants one cold night last week. A neigh- bor said to him, “ You left no circulation about ‘em." He replied, “1 covered them with some old copies of JUDGE, and supposed that had circulation enough. MY BOSTON SWEETHEART. ++ NOW let us find some beauties,” Her sweet voice would implore While looking through the pebbles AT THE JUGVILLE “WE “Ts the editor in?” “You kin bet yer store-teeth he is! W'y, his aunt died las’ night an’ lef" him forty doliars, a ol’ oak’ bedstead, a cord er wood an‘ a merlodian, ai nine cents offen the foreman mat Wa-al, sumthin !" ‘Vhat lay upon the shore But when I seck for beauties My fairest pr In looking ct lies he jes’ won seventy- "pennies! Is he in! rouzh the pebbles She wears upon her eyes. SuE—" Oh, George, here is a telegram which says that the ship upon which mamma sailed for dba ~——has been lost, with all on board —— A LARGE SCHOONER RUNNING INTO A DERELICT, AN INTERSTATE ORPHAN. KIND reader, T've lately been orphaned, My folks dey’s all over de west. Do you know of a handy out-door fund, Got up for de poor and distressed ? Dat's wot. I ain't traveled 1 But dis way my heart.strings got tore— My folks all went west om a railroad And dey never came back any more. My fader's train ran in two sections— But, say, dere was only one trac And de brakeman had serious objections To leg: very far back. De rails spread next day ‘neath me mudder— De vought of it makes me feel sore— And a switch got turned wrong for me brudder Dey never came back any more, De block system did for my sister— Accordin’ to what I kin learn, When de flyer came by, orders missed her And she caught de troo freight in de turn; De signal-man snoozed (‘twas his practice), He seemed to t'ink watchin’ a bore— And T don't know just how, but de fact is Dey never came back any more : JOM FALL nococe, E TREAD upon earth and revile it; for- getting that at last it hides our defects and that through it our dead hearts climb 1 blossom in violets and rue, —except mamma !"* comicbooks.com