Judge, 1898-01-29 · page 4 of 16
Judge — January 29, 1898 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page 70 This page contains several distinct humor pieces rather than unified political cartoons: **"Judge's Favorites"** features Nellie Brackins from "The Highwayman," a theatrical production. **"Evening Conversation"** presents a domestic dispute between Mr. and Mrs. Hohwaddie, satirizing marital disagreements about women's social activities and independence—likely referencing contemporary debates about women's dress codes and leisure pursuits. **"No Contrast"** depicts a man in formal attire beside someone in a black costume, apparently mocking fashion choices at a Huckleberry Ball event. The remaining sections ("A Hasty Journey," "Pastel," "Useful in Emergencies," etc.) are brief humorous anecdotes and witticisms rather than political commentary, typical of Judge's miscellaneous humor format. The overall page reflects early 20th-century domestic and social satire rather than focused political critique.
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poor born,’ erenct word. oF the guests’ entertainment you set. Ina hold-up by Highway im lie, my beauty, Your captor would have lion's share of the Booty. : . f EVENING CONVERSATION. | Mrs, Hohmboddie —“ Dear, 1 haven't a thing to wear to church, and I simply can’t go again until Ihave.” Mr, Hohmboddie —* Why ? Is dress a part of religion 2" Mrs, Hohmboddie— Don't be profane. I must wear something Mr. Hohmboddée—* Nes—unfortunatel Ars, Hohmboddie (shocked) —" Unfortunately? What on earth do you mean ?” Mr. Hohmboddie —" 1 hadn't “— Mrs. Hokmboddie (with energy) —“It Eve hadn't! I'm tired of the way men keep flinging at Eve. It is so unjust, especially when she is not here to defend herself.” Mr. Hohmboddie —* Well, you are here to de~ fend her.” mean that if Eve ss NO CONTRAST. + Be “yo' gwine toe wear yo" black costume toe de Huckleberry ball to-night, Miss Litefoot ?” ** How yo" talk, sassy boy. W'y, dey mout t'ink it was mah skin.” Mrs. Hokmboddie—* She ought not to need a fense, and especially to men. If Eve had been a nonentity without any enterprise about her where would the world be, I'd like to know ? It was Eve who gave men the chance of having all the good times —they call them good times — that they enjoy to-day! Would you have had your card-clubs, or your bowling, or your cigars cles, if Eve ha of her own, The ingratitude! It makes me almost wish the thing had never been Mr. Hokmboddie —" She wasn't born, dear, if you re: member "—— Mrs. Hohmboddie~ Hohmboddie! Your is simply shocking. I won't listet to another Suage y de- or your bicy- n't had a mind A HASTY JOURNEY. Know where my husband is, sir?" Kari —" Th’ last time I seen your husband, mum, he was goin’ over th’ mountain, Anxious wi Ktonpixe. Ka can of dynamite mixed poor man! In what direction 7" (sadly)—"* In all directions, mum, You see, he got a with the canned corned beef he was thawing out, PASTEL. THE trees reach up for the sky that gleams And throbs and glistens afar : And reach far down for the hearts of the streams To grasp for a mirrored star. USEFUL IN EMERGENCIES. He (alter the bicycle collision on the road)— “Did you succeed in getting some hair-pins from the girls ?” She—" Yes; as luck would have it, Sadie had her repair kit with her.” QUEER PUNCTUATION ss] RECEIVED a letter from a Boston giel the other day,” remarked Mr. Spudds, “and I noticed that she used a queer sort of punctuation.” * How is that ?" asked Mr. Spatts. She closed every sentence with a glacial period. HIS PRAYER ANSWER =D. I. “Ab! If something would only strike me to rhyme with bicycle.” (Steist / thud !) TO HELP HER POPULATION. CHICAGO. to increase your size, The chance at last is here ; Green-apple time has com: around ‘The small boy's lot to cheer. And then the way that he proceeds With joy should fill your cup ; For he will of the fruit partake And promptly double up. IT SURELY WILL, Aunt Sarak (as she las aside ber bos net)—" Weren't those flowers that they had at Jane Newcomb’s funeral hendsorse, Eben ? It does seem ‘s though sore folks just have everything. Now I spose they'i! have a mon- ument with angels on it, cr something. But let them just wait; our tarn ‘Il cone some time, see if it don’t!” comicbooks.com