Judge, 1896-02-29 · page 7 of 16
Judge — February 29, 1896 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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This page contains multiple satirical short comics and jokes typical of late 19th/early 20th-century humor: **"A Lost Bottle"** mocks temperance advocates by presenting someone willing to lose valuable items (money, manuscript) just to recover an alcohol flask—satirizing the contradiction between preaching sobriety and actual behavior. **"Wouldn't Do"** jokes about Methodist strictness regarding speed/worldliness through a couple's dating mishap. **"The King's Repast"** offers social commentary: a wealthy king suffers from appetite loss while a servant reports a woman starving to death outside the palace. The juxtaposition critiques indifference to poverty among the privileged classes. **"Shocking"** and other brief jokes play on class affectations and minor social embarrassments among the wealthy ("Cholly," "Archie"). **"A Fortunate Ultimatum"** features "Weary Willie," a stock tramp character, facing execution either way—typical vagabond humor of the era. The cartoons reflect Judge's satirical approach to contemporary social issues: temperance hypocrisy, class inequality, and working-class struggles.
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He undertook to teach her to skate backward — A LOST BOTTLE. LOST—A satchel containing the manuscript of a book on temperance, a promissory note for one hundred dollars, and a small flask. If the finder will return the flask, with its contents, he may keep the other articles for his trouble. WOULDN'T DO. Clara —" Ed, if we don't hurry we will miss that train. Can't you be a little fast?” Ed—"\mpossible, my dear. We are Methodists.” MUSICAL NOTE, GHORTLY after the singer had reached the high C she ST thy HE UNDERTOOK TOO MUCH. —with this result. THE KING’S REPAST. HE king pushed back his plate in sudden disgust and set his goblet on the board with a splash of ruddy cordial. “Is aught wrong with the food, sire?” questioned the one who served. “I have no appetite,” the king replied.“ Yesterday I ate without gusto, and to-day I eat not at all. Where is the knave whose care it is to see that my appetite fails not or my palate lose its delight? Go, fetch him.” The moments sped; an hour passed. The king in sullen dis- Wa Ul PREPARING HIS WEAPON. “Going to shave, Sam?* “No, sah; dance.” temper awaited the man of vials and herbs and refused to leave his chair, But little used was he \ sailed majestically out of sight. 16 ses bis commands grow Gold, and the servants moved uneasily. At length the delinquent came. “ Pardon the delay, sire,” gasped the man breathlessly, “A woman with a flock of weeping children has just died of starvation in an alley ” back of the palace. What duty has your humble servant the happiness to per- form for your maj- esty ?” KATHRINE GROS)RAN. SHOCKING. Cholly—" What's youah hand band- aged for, old chap?” Archie —" Weu- matism, old man. Me bwute of a man bwought me a cold saucah with me cof- fee this mawning.”” Cholly —" The wascal !" ti F | i A FORTUNATE ULTIMATUM. THE substantial Weary Wituir. (terrified, glancing at fallen tree)—* Talk erbout yer dregs dish is the or- o' distress! Dis is de acmer. "Ef 1 don't flag dis oncummin’ train I'll git hung fer fat train-wreckin’. Ef I does flag it I'll be jailed fer bein’ in complicity wid de wind, "ament of the | (Suddenly waving.) Hooray fer me chances an’ de ol’ bandanna !" feast. DOKSN’T CUT ANY ICR. comicbooks.com