Judge, 1897-05-01 · page 4 of 18
Judge — May 1, 1897 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains humorous domestic dialogues typical of early 20th-century American humor. The main content satirizes middle-class married life and courtship: **"Making It Worse"** depicts a wife recounting her frustrating morning hanging a curtain, progressively uttering mild expletives (from "good gracious" to "darn it" to "confound it") while her aunt disapproves. The humor lies in the escalating exasperation and the gap between Victorian propriety and genuine emotion. **"She Was in Doubt"** presents a cynical joke: a husband admits he married for her money; the wife responds she can't recall why *she* married him, suggesting her regret or his financial uselessness. **"He Had the Advantage"** shows working-class characters (likely Irish, based on dialect) where a drunk man argues he's superior because he can "get over" his condition, unlike his sober but foolish opponent. The bottom cartoon, **"A Suggestion for Circus-Parades,"** satirizes animal acts by depicting costumed performers as "sandwich animals" advertising themselves—likely mocking circus commercialism. Overall, the page reflects early 1900s humor focused on domestic frustrations, class distinctions, and social pretension.
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duff to her brother, who is a crusty bachelor. victim?” ‘Then, seeing a baleful look in his sister's eye, he added, “T should say, who is her-accom- plice ?” PROGRESSIVE OBSERVA- this morning. I hung a portiére in my room. 1 wouldn't let the up- holsterer do it, and I wouldn't let anybody help me, because I wanted it done in a particular way anything about "—— Photo. by Fath. JUDGE'S FAVORITES. MABEL FENTON - KOSS. Under the Red Globe's garish light Frolicsome fairies disport by night ; And never the gleam of that glim was bent on ‘A gayer burlesquer than Mabel Fenton, Playing to profit, and never to loss, As head of the tirm of Fenton and Ross, MAKING IT WORSE, eS ALLIE TWITTERS is to be married,” said Mrs. Kil- “Ah!” replied he, “ who is her TIONS. She —"\ had the worst time He—"1 didn’t know you knew She—"1 don't, but I was bound I'd do it. Well, I'd asked them where I bought the pole to have it sawed off the right length, and they uae hadn't done it, and I had to get a saw and do it myself. I couldn't saw it even, and I got all out of patience, and I kept saying good gracious till Aunt Mary looked at me over her glasses; she doesn’t approve of expletives for young ladies.” He—"You are sure it was good gracious?” She—“ It was, at that stage. I got the brackets up all right, but I went and drove a nail part-way into an end of the pole to start a place to screw in the fancy end, and when I tried to pull it out I broke it square off and I couldn't pull the piece out. I was so provoked !” He—" What did you say then?” She —"1 said plague take it! ‘There was nothing to do but to saw off an inch or so to get a fresh end. I had a fearful time doing it. It looked as if somebody had chewed it off, and I sawed my fingers.” He—"And you said "—— She—" \ said confound it, right out loud, and Aunt Mary went out of the room. I got the pole up finally, and stretched my arms till they were lame and got both ends screwed on, and then found I'd for- gotten to put the rings on. I was SHE WAS IN DOUBT. Bexntam—" Well, if you want to know it, T married you for your money.” Mrs. you for.” = HE HAD THE ADVANTAGE, A SUGGESTION FOR CIRCUS- PARADES, ‘The sandwich animals. ‘TeRRyY—"' Go on an’ laugh, yez flat-chisted orang-outang ; Oi'm bether arf thin yez are, Oi may be drunk, but Oi can git over thot—but yez ‘re a (hic) dom fool an’ yez can't git over thot !” ENHAM—*' I wish I could tell as easily what I married perfectly desperate. My neck ached, and my back, and I was getting dizzy “. He— remarks ?” She —“1—1 said darn it; 1 couldn't help it. I unscrewed one of the ends and got the rings on and screwed it back again, and then I hung the curtain, and goodness knows how long I was at it. I had it all up once and found I'd turned it wrong side to, and I hung it all over and got it too short, and I hung it four times altogether, and my hair was all tumbled down and every bone in my body ached and my fingers bled where I'd sawed ‘And you continued your She —" Yes, you may! And I don’t care a snap if I did, either. An angel from heaven couldn't have said anything else. But it was just as well that Aunt Mary had gone out of the room.” rants a. orren. y >.) iN J comicbooks.com