Judge, 1896-08-08 · page 6 of 16
Judge — August 8, 1896 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Judge* contains multiple satirical pieces typical of late 19th-century American humor: **"The Woman's Age"** opens with gentle mockery of contemporary feminism—celebrating women's achievements in letters, drama, and art, then undermines itself with a joke that men finally learn "a woman's age" (implying women's reluctance to reveal their age). **Other sketches** employ standard Victorian-era humor: a wealthy child's compassion toward a poor girl; elderly senility; marital discord; medical professionals admitting financial desperation. The "Old Sol at Work" cartoon depicts the sun exhausted from summer labor. **"The Spelling-Bee"** offers romantic comedy: village hero Robert Brown dominates a spelling competition until distracted by rival Jerry Fitch embracing Brown's sweetheart, causing Brown to misspell. The recurring theme is gentle domestic and social satire—nothing overtly political. These are conventional jokes about class differences, aging, marriage frustrations, and small-town romance, typical of *Judge*'s entertainment-focused content circa 1880s-1890s.
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THE WOMAN’S AGE. SOTTHIS is the woman's age!” all cry. She leads in letters, dra- ma, art; And lovely woman, soaring high, Wins plaudits from each honest heart. Sweet creatures, may you higher go And blazon coming his- tory's page. We men rejoice for once to know What oft we asked—a woman's age. FROM HER POINT OF VIEW. BOTH were very young. They stood gazing into a store-window, ad- miring the pretty frocks that children so love, and turning to look at the ragged figure beside her Marjorie said compas- sionately, “ Little girl, poor little girl! are those your bestus clothes?” the other responded with a solemn shake of her head; “my bestus clothes is wored out.” HIS SECOND CHILD- HOOD. S6CH. VES.” ran on Mrs. Millwheel; “ grandfather was very old when he died, and so childish! We had to care for him like a babe, until he was finally carried off by cholera in- fantum,” A FRIEND IN NEED. T" $ My good old ulster through, And now it looks as though ‘twould be Tn soak all summer too. A SUFFICIENT REASON, Dr. Paresis—"\ think a European trip would benefit that patient of yours.” Dr. Kallowmell—"\ know it would Dr. Paresis—" Why don't you recommend it? Are you afraid he can't afford it?” Dr. Kallowmell — That's not it, I'm afraid / can't af- ford it.” storms of winter often wet * Any old clothes to sell ?" “Get out! No.” gent.” T# CHANGED CIRCUMSTANCES. * Get out, hey? I'll teach yer ter insult an honest HARD TO SATISFY. Davcuter (in tears}—* Oh, papa! why did you throw Reggy down the front steps?” FATHER—" Why, you didn't think I was going to throw him up the front steps and into the house again, did you? You're as hard to satisfy as your mother."* THE JOYFUL FINISH. E rector had just finished an unusually long. dry sermon, and over the faces of the congregation a smile flitted as the choir sang, with more Lf = OLD SOL AT WORK. “This is my busy day.” energy than harmony, * Halle- lujah! ‘tis done.” THE SPELLING-BEE, LIKE some tall oak stood Rob- ert Brown, Defiant, bold and grand ; Before his fire the foe went down, ‘Their ranks seemed but as sand. Till how above the rearmost ditch One head moved to and fro: The head it was of Jerry Fiteh, The famous village beau Then came the subtle word salt- rheuta, And Jerry Fitch arose ; Alas, to meet ignoble doom— He spelt it with two o's. Brave Robert Brown then stood alone And spelt the hours away ; A hero to the spinal bone Till, to his great dismay, He saw a strange spec-ta-cle which Caused him to cease in haste ; Tt was the arm of Jerry Fitch Around his sweetheart’s w GHORGR A, BECKENBA “ What'll you give me for these ?” . l comicbooks.dom