Judge, 1897-07-17 · page 4 of 16
Judge — July 17, 1897 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains multiple short humorous pieces typical of Judge's satirical style: **"Exceedingly Exhilarating"** mocks the bicycle craze of the 1890s. A nervous professor on his first bicycle ride claims he's "not nervous" while wobbling dangerously. The joke: he crashes, then deliriously repeats "exhilarating" all night—satirizing how fashionable people enthusiastically embrace dangerous fads without genuine enjoyment. **"A Good Target"** jokes about New Jersey mosquitoes celebrating Cleveland's relocation to their state, treating it as an opportunity for feeding. **"His Occupation"** features Irish-dialect characters discussing factory work, with a pun: the worker shovels smoke at a gas factory. Other pieces include wordplay jokes ("raiser/eraser"), ethnic humor in dialect, and relationship comedy. The page reflects period preoccupations: new technologies (bicycles), contemporary relocations, and working-class life—all delivered through the magazine's characteristic mix of visual cartoons and brief comic dialogues.
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Siage THE POINT OF VIEW. HE world is full of fools, Bad and good ; Why don't folks act like me, As they should? EXCEEDINGLY EXHIL- ARATING, ¢¢EXHILARATING | sport, isn't it?” said a young lady cyclist to the professor, who was taking his first trip on the boulevard. " Y-y-yes, in-in-deed,” he replied, as his wobbling wheel tried to run away with him. “Are you nervous, pro- fessor 2” she inquired. “Ne-n-no; not a b-b-bit,” A GOOD TARGET. First New Jersey mosquito — ‘I tell you, it's going he chattered, turning his head to to be a great year for us.” surecher; “His frontsheel Seconp New Jersey Mosqurro—"* What do you mean ?” First New Jersey Mosquiro—" Haven't you heard that turned synchronously with his Cleveland has moved into the state?” head. An hour later, when the professor was snugly set to rights, he tried to explain how he came to smash the young lady’s wheel and several of his own bones; but he became delirious and all night long he moaned, “ She said it was exhilarating ! exhilara—exhil—ex.” Photo, by Morrison. JUDGE'S FAVORITES. MADELINE BOUTON. Of what is Madeline now dreaming, » In reverie a-sudden seeming? teases ony tee eure Ni & ZF rsemelice ‘ore Ghetenl set? We eee ‘Why. no! it's none of these at all, ‘Vs, oy {| But her engagement for next fall, \i03, Pail . Mead ol 3s = Wt UPS AND DOWNS. Monsteur Crapaud —* Your English language is apuzzle. I read in the newspapers that the founder of Smithville, New Jersey, raised a marble statue to his SY stenographer, and now I read that his son has razed it —which means quite opposite ?” y Higby —“ That's simple enough, The old man / was a raiser, and the son is an eraser.” f THE WHOLE THING. Mrs, Johnson—" What paht ob de fowl does yo" -— laik bes’, pahson 2" z Parson Mokely—" 1 nebbah has my chicken cut up in pabts, Mrs. Johnsing.” P BIBLICAL AUTHORITY, “The wicked flee when no man pursueth.” A FATAL AILMENT,. Se TTHE matter with the baby,” said Dr. Paresis, after a careful examination, “ is that it has gas on its stomach.” “Oh, doctor, will she die?" asked the mother anxiously. “ Oh, no,” “Theard of a man who blew out the gas, and got so much inside him that he died.” HIS OCCUPATION. Owen —" How a’ yer SW loike th’ city, Moike; have yez an aisy job?" Mike —" Foine, foine ; it's th’ place to pass yer days, Yis, Oi hove illigant loight wurruk in a gas-factory.” Owen —" Phwat d’ yez do?” Mike— Sbuvel smoke.” Mrs. Duck—"'I do not like for Etta to receive attention STUNG AGAIN. from Mr. Crain. 3 ; TH SHWATEST toime 1 Da. Duck —"* Why not? I am sure he is in the high Jones —* Say, Brown, I'm the unluckiest man alive—my wht ie in aye_citcle.” wife bought a silk umbrella for herself with that five dollars say good-noight is in th’ Mrs. Duck—“ But I don’t like him ; he called you a low: L told you I was going to hand her for a rainy day !” marnin’, down quack !” comicbooks.com