Judge, 1897-02-13 · page 3 of 16
Judge — February 13, 1897 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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# Page 99 Analysis: Judge Magazine This page contains several separate humor pieces rather than unified political commentary: **"Disappointed"** (top): A domestic scene where a man tells his wife he dreamed her mother died, then admits he was mistaken upon waking—a joke about unwanted in-laws. **"Song"** (right): Lyrics celebrating banjo music and Southern nostalgia, likely from an earlier era, referencing Georgia and cabin life with African American musical traditions. **Remaining sketches** ("Considerate," "The Matter With It," "The Size of It," "The Large Umbrella"): Brief comic anecdotes about everyday situations—a warrant arrest, broken engagements, stock investments, and practical domestic items. These appear to be general-audience humor rather than political satire, typical of Judge's lighter content pages mixed among more topical material.
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DISAPPOINTED. ‘TremLow—"' No more mince-pie for me, Maria; I ate a piece yesterday and last night I dreamed that your mother was dead.” Mrs. Tremtow—"* That was terrible !” SONG. Hi THERE, darkies! don’t you hear de banjo trum? Hustle up yer heels, now—when you gwine to come? Fetch another razzle dat will paralyze a few— Shing shang shell-a-wang pop-i-let-i-cu ! When I libed in Georgia—don't you t'ink I nebber did? Dat was ‘fore de wa’, you know, jes’ a little kid— Used to dance de shuffle in de cabin ‘long with Lou— Shing shang shell-a-wang pop-i-let-i-cu ! Take de fiddle yander dat am hangin’ on de wall, Draw de squack ‘cross her back, listen when da’ call ; Churn de floo', good ‘nough ! pa'dner, how d’ do? Shing shang shell-a-wang pop-i-let-i-cu ! Fiddle drives me crazy. Oh, how good it makes me feel When it teches up de crazy bone and settles in de heel! So I shakes de trubble when I shakes de foot with you— Shing shang shell-a-wang pop-i-let-i-cu ! Slow de music up a bit—hardly fair to drive All de breaf out o' me an’ leave me jes’ alive. I fears I dies a-dancin’, stop de music if I do— Shing shang shell-a-wang pop-i-let-i-cu ! So I strikes my gait ag’in—let de music flow CONSIDERATE. Jes’ a little faster now, master ob de bow ; Orricer—" Wait, sir!) Thave a warrant for your arrest.” Don't be wastin’ hours when de minutes are so few— Bap Bestis— "Say, gineral ; I'll have to ask you to come ont to Montana to serve that, as ama Shing shang shell-a-wang pop-i-let-i-cu ! fearful bad shot, and people 's so numerous here that them that ain't interested is likely to git burt.”" THE MATTER WITH IT. ++}JOW came Jack Huggins to break his engagement with Miss Thirtysmith 2” “He said he could not mar- irl with such a past as EDWARD WILLIAM DUTCHER, “Good gracious! What "— “Oh, there was too much of it.” THE SIZE OF IT. Ethel —" What airs Mabel puts on since her husband made that last deal in stocks, doesn’t she?” Maud—* Yes, and it wasn’t THE LARGE UMBRELLA. large enough for her to feel This big-sleeve umbrella was the proper thing a short. —but, though styles have changed somewhat, it is still useful millionairy either.” while ago— for family parties. comicbooks.com