Judge, 1897-05-08 · page 3 of 16
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page 307 This page contains several satirical pieces typical of Judge's humor: **"Barb-Air-ity"** (top): Mr. Kennells complains about "confounded trochas" (likely referring to forest paths or trails), suggesting frustration with rural conditions or hunting difficulties. **"Grandma's Slippers"**: A nostalgic poem about old-fashioned dancing and courtship, contrasting modern dating with the romantic past. **"At the Museum"**: A brief joke about a museum manager and Trinity Thurston regarding alcohol consumption and a corpse—typical Victorian dark humor. **Lower cartoons**: Depict working-class characters in domestic situations—a laborer with a trap, someone squeezing a poultry general—using puns and wordplay for comedy. The page relies on period-specific references (modern dance criticism, nostalgic sentimentality) and working-class humor that modern readers would find mildly amusing but largely dated.
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Mx, Kennets (spasmodically) GRANDMA'S SLIPPERS, By a daughter of the revolution. H, LITTLE shoes, with huge rosette, And heel “La Marie Antoinette"; So you have danced the minuet With courtly Marquis La Fayette ! A bundred years you've lain so still (The thought comes with a sudden thrill), I wonder if you could forget Again to dance the minuet ! For I to-night, in old brocade And petticoat with silver braid, With patches, powder and pomade, Shall wear you to the masquerade. My grandma's slippers! And I muse When you last danced, oh, dainty shoes, ‘Twas with bright sword and epaulet ; Your partner, Marquis La Fayette ! A hundred years! What interlude Since that far time! And I intrude Upon your garret solitude That you may dance with modern dude ! No! Back within your ancient case With by-gone gowns and yellow lace, I reverent lay each little shoe. No modern man shall dance with you, Small slippers, you shall not disgrace ‘The memory of that time and place When last, with fashing jewels set, You led the reel with La Fayette ! ks. 8. W, HUNT, Mr. Jounsox—"' Lo'd! I nebber could squeeze froo dat little hole—guess dat trap dat's set fo’ me will come in handy— BARB-AIR-ITY. “I don't wonder there's so much general disgust over these confounded trochas !" AT THE MUSEUM. Manacen—" Say, Pete, you'd better put a little more alcohol on de horned “THIRSTY THORNTON (mournfully)—"* * To dose dat hey, shall be given.’ Dere’s scripcher fer ye !” A POULTRY GENERAL. —ex I hain't de champeen quoit-heavah of dis town— A BORN ORATOR. EACH tramp has got within his head A speechifying bump ; For when he spies a cast-off weed He promptly takes the stump. CASUALS. A MAN with a history — The book-agent. Contemplating matrimony — The guest at the wedding. Women cannot tell the truth; their utmost nobility in that direction is to refrain from telling lies. HIS AWFUL CONDITION. Sedum Fedd —*‘1'm afeared poor old Wabbly ain't goin’ to live much longer. He's delirious all de time an’ seein’ horrible things.” Ragged Haggard —" What sort er horrible things—snakes ?” Seldum Fedd — saws an’ axes an’ shove — fo nuffin'!” comicbooks.com