Judge, 1896-11-07 · page 3 of 16
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page 291 This page contains three separate satirical sketches mocking social pretensions and gender dynamics of the era: **"Her Choice"** (top): A woman on horseback rejects a gentleman's offer to ride in the park, claiming "there is nobody to look at one in the country"—satirizing women's vanity and need for public attention. **"The Penalties of Knowledge"** (left): A colored gentleman at breakfast complains about laundry practices, microscopes, and dust, while his wife responds with frustration—mocking educated Black men's pretentious complaints about domestic matters. **"The Advance of Woman"** (right): A woman's club discussion devolves into gossip about "water-ice and cake," and a maid warns her employer about jumping from a window—suggesting women's education and progress remain superficial. All three sketches employ period stereotypes to ridicule social climbers and women's liberation movements.
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HER CHOICE. He —** Wouldn't you rather ride in the country than in the park?” Sue—* No, indeed, ‘There is nobody to look at one in the country.” THE PENALTIES OF KNOWLEDGE. He (up-town colored gentleman, at breakfast-table) —“ Mahaley, hab de table ‘pint- ments in de way ob de linen ben wash fresh dis mawnin’?” She —" Dey sholey is, Gawge.” He—* An’ hab de chaney ben treated wif a disrefectent baf 2” She—“ Man alive! is yo’ deef an’ dumb an’ blin’, dat yo’ cain’t feel nuffin’? Dey is pipin’ hot yit.” Hah! An’ is de same disrefectent sprinkle libral fro out de room?” Hit am thicker dan de dust hitse’f.” He—" Den foh Gawd’s sake, honey, fumigate yo’ han’s an’ le’s eat de breakfas’ quick, befoh any ob dem demunbolical, wicious lil cholera microcopes gits a chance to crawl in— O-o-ow! Foh heaben sake,w'at am dat a-lop- in’ up to de tatah-dish ? A microcope, Mahaley, amicrocope! Run foh yo’ life!" She — "Har, yo" Gawge, come back! ‘Tain't_ no. microcope dis time, Hit's on'y a pore lil harm—harm— harmless a-nt! Befoh de Lawd, I's dat fraz- zled an’ razzled dat my narves is clean kerflum- exed ; dey pintedly is.” He (siting down again with ghastly face “Pears laik dey ain't no kin’ ob peace on yearth, no moah, wif dese heah lil orney "— She (sobbing) — we * Measily !” NAD THE LAUGH ON THEM. x Be (erciously), ae Dr Gaxc —"* Say, Chim, give us an apple” Blarsted ! Cit —" Naw ! on'y las’ week yer ducks wuz jollyin’ me baggy Both t pants, an’ now yer tink yer kin give me a brace fer dere contents « Mi-cro-cope: Well, yer can't, Se RUZABETH. A, ort, PSS BEA os THE ADVANCE OF WOMAN. oe W HAT did you have for discussion at the last meet- ing of the woman's club?” “Oh, just perfectly lovely water-ice and cake.” USEFUL TO THE COMPREHENSIVE. “Tt beats all what these city folks won't git up next Naow, I s'pose all I've got t’ do ef a fire breaks aout is t” grab me duds an‘ jump frum th’ winder.” comicbooks.com