Judge, 1897-10-16 · page 4 of 16
Judge — October 16, 1897 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page from Judge magazine contains several unrelated satirical pieces typical of late 19th-century American humor: **"Judge's Favorites"** is a complimentary notice about actress Effie Shannon in a theatrical production. **"Overheard on the Border"** satirizes Arctic exploration ambitions through a cowpuncher's absurd theory that the North Pole is a giant frozen fountain that only exists in winter—mocking both polar explorers' efforts and frontier ignorance. **Other sketches** include ethnic humor (Irish driver, Jewish barber, African American dialect) common to the era's comedy standards. "Biased Generosity" jokes about a barber seeking publicity through a gift to a baseball player. "Had Many Punctures" is a simple bicycle tire pun. **"Rather Go Without"** contrasts a portly passenger with a bowlegged driver in uncomfortable seating. The page reflects Judge's mix of theatrical promotion, frontier Americana, and broad ethnic/social satire typical of 1890s-era American magazines.
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Photo. by Pach. JUDGE'S FAVORITES. EFFIE SHANNON, IN “A COAT OF MANY COLORS.” A vision of blonde femininity, An exquisite stellar divinity, ‘You show, 19 this new personation, Such winsomeness, more than ab Tilustrates the utter futility ‘Of woman in man’s occupation. OVERHEARD ON THE BORDER. THE traveling artist lung himself from his saddle at the door of a wayside tavern on the borders of New Mexico, and, upon entering, ordered some refreshment. Closely following him came a ranch- man who, sitting astride a chair, called for whisky. It was brought promptly by the lank and garrulous boniface, who opened up the following conversation : * Purty hot weather this, stranger. North pole “s about the best place to be this time o' year.” “Yes, I see by the papers there's a feller up in Norway that’s a-goin’ to find it in a balloon. 1 guess if there was any pole up thar Nansen or Peary or some other bloke would ‘a’ skated up agin it afore this, They can go as wants to, but I'll stick to cow-punchin’.”” FOOD FOR REFLECTION. __ STRAY DoG—"*It's a pretty mean cuss that will tie one tin can to a poor dog's tail, but the fellow that made up that string isa fiend incarnate.” Sage “Well—and did you ever see such a pesky lot of fools as they be any- how? Here they start off in hot weather and don’t get up thar till hot weather comes agin. Now, if they ever expect to find the pole they must get thar in mid- winter, for what I believe is this, there’s a big hole up thar top o’ the earth, and the water spurts up like a great fountain, and as the cold weather comes on it begins to freeze, and keeps on freezin’ till it gits to be like a great flag-pole; but these blamed fools git thar in summer, when it's all melted down again— of course they can’t find it.”” “Gee whiz! I believe you're right, pard; I never thought o' that. I'll take another four fingers.” FAVORED. N TRAGIC réles one never feels the smart Of penury and cold mis- fortune’s blight, For actors second-rate can take BIASED GENEROSITY. Ipstein (the barber)—"' Dere! I vill hat Ikey Ipstein vos made a bresent to der Giants’ heavy hitter dis hand- painted bat, und ven he steps up to der plate I vill got my barber peesnees talked about.” a part In * Hamlet,” where “the ghost walks” every night. ROY FARRELL GREENE, d in der paper dot HAD MANY PUNCTURES. ¢sTHERE'’S a tire,” said the disgusted bicyclist, “that seems to have a false idea of its mission.” “ How's that?” “ It seems to think that it is a tacks-collector.” RATHER GO WITHOUT. Mr, Portly (to the driver, who is obliged to sit between him and his wife) —** You sit there, sir, till your legs get tired and then we'll change.” Driver (critically surveying the bow-legs of the speaker)—“ Begorra! Oi'd rather hov no ligs, sor, 'n to hov thim so fer apart they'd be shtrangers,’ AN OLD COMPLAINT. OLD MAN—" Dah, now; no Christmas dinnah dis time. Jes I'se gwan ter reach up an’ git a tukkey I got a ketch in mah back.” OLb LaDY—" Good ‘nuf, I knowed if yo’ gwan ter stealin’ tukkeys you'd git etched,” comicbooks.co