Judge, 1897-05-22 · page 3 of 16
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page 345 This page contains multiple satirical sketches lampooning late 19th-century American figures and situations: **Top cartoon**: A judge interviews a telephone operator about oath-taking, mocking judicial pretension regarding modern technology and female workers. **"Run Down" section**: Critiques someone's physical exhaustion from overwork—likely commentary on labor conditions. **"The Dumbly Want the Earth"**: A reporter interviews a "Doctor" character (possibly a quack or fraudulent physician) about public patronage, satirizing medical charlatans and gullible patients. **"His Command"**: Depicts "Jake Lebkuchen" sending telegraphed messages via playing-card suits to a business partner—a visual pun on "long suits" (strengths/advantages), mocking commercial pretension or corporate culture. The humor relies on contemporary references to telephone technology, journalism, and business practices that have since become antiquated.
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HAD HEARD SEVERAL OVER THE WIRE. ** Do you understand the nature of an oath?" “I'ma telephone-girl, judge.” RUN DOWN. EXAEENA FORE I began to ride a wheel 1 was all run down from head to heel.” ** And now," said the man on foot with a frown, ** The rest of the folks are all run down,” HE DIDN'T WANT THE EARTH SS YVHAT kind of a position do you want?" inquired the dispenser of I public patronage. “Well,” said the place-hunter thought- fully, rubbing his chin, “I don’t want any- thing I can’t get?” ABSURD OF HIM. Reporter—" Well, | got the great Doctor Slasher to sign that article for next Sunday's edition.” Editor—* Good! But what kept you so long ? Reporter—"* Why, the idiot wanted to read it.” HIS COMMAND. A LONG WAY. * ick Coe TRAveLER —"* Is this the trail to Badpan ?” MeLubberty (heating a suspicious noise in the kitchen) TRavaune le this the pa —" Moikey, phwot are yez doin’ out dhere ? Little Mike —* Nawthin’, sor!" Traveter —* How fur is it?” Tue ruNchER—" Heaven knows. You go till you can’t git no furder, and you hain't got McLubberty (sternly)—" Wull, stop it at wance !” thar: yit. Hearts, Clubs. HOW JAKE LEBKUCHEN TELEGRAPHS HIS LONG SUITS TO HIS PARTNER. comicbooks.com : |