Judge, 1896-02-08 · page 6 of 16
Judge — February 8, 1896 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This page contains six separate humorous cartoons and sketches typical of Judge's satirical style: **"Candlemas"** is a poem riffing on the Groundhog Day legend—nostalgia for childhood folklore. **"The Winner"** mocks schoolboy disputes over marbles, with the teacher as the real victor. **"Open to Question"** jokes about hiring an uneducated office boy who ironically claims education. **"Not a Propitious Time"** satirizes a timid poet avoiding a Southern editor—likely referencing sectional tensions, with the poet reluctant to pitch a love poem during a politically/socially charged moment. **"A Deceptive Cavity"** features ethnic dialect humor (common to the era), where a Black patient finds the doctor's funnel joke more therapeutic than medicine. **"In the Push" and "A Biased Humanitarian"** use working-class characters in slapstick scenarios—one involving pearl buttons on a snow-shoe, another featuring a humanitarian protecting a dog that's swallowed ammunition. The page reflects Judge's blend of class commentary, ethnic caricature, and absurdist humor typical of late 19th/early 20th-century American satire.
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90 CANDLEMAS. AT CANDLEMAS the doting bear, To see his shadow in the sun, Crawls out into the upper air And finds that half his nap is done. Bat if no shadow chance to fall, Into his den he goes again, And for the winter not at all Appears upon the hill or plain. So reads the fable we were told i When boyhood days were fresh and / fair, And not for all the world could hold Would we have been the dozy bear. JoRL nExTon, THE WINNER. Willie—" What's the matter with your nose, Bobby?” Bobly —" Tommy Higginbot- ham an’ me had a fight in school about some marbles.” Willie—" Who got em?” Bobby—" Teacher.” OPEN TO QUESTION. S46 YOUNG man,” said the mer- chant to the prospective of- fice-boy, “are you fairly well edu cated?” NOT A PROPITIOUS TIME. “I be,” replied the boy proudly. POET (entering southern sanctum)}—"* I guess it will be just as well if I don't offer my poem entitled ‘ Love’ to-day.” A DECEPTIVE CAVITY, Doctor—" Mr. Johnson, I have brought you some pills to take and a Mr. Jounson—' Say, doctah, dat funnel joke, hit done does me mo’ good funnel to guide them into your throat.” dan yo' medicine. Yah, yah, yah !" N55 Mayes — (/ - one A BIASED HUMANITARIAN, _ IN THE PUSH. Ase Potnunter (alarmedly)—"* Hol’ on, pap! Don't kick th’ dog.” Tt was mean of Coriolanus Clancey to cut the buttons off his sister's Riey PoTuunter—" How long sence yew've bin a humane-s'ciety agint ” coat, but then they were pearls beyond price to him in supplying a long- Abe PotHuyte: ‘ain't thet, pap. Th’ whelp swallered haff a box o' my forty. felt snow-shoe want. four-calibre cartridges this xnornin’, an’ the’ hain't no tellin’ w'ich way they're p'intin’,””