Judge, 1898-03-19 · page 10 of 16
Judge — March 19, 1898 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several satirical humor pieces typical of Judge magazine's social comedy: **"Quite Natural"** mocks Irish immigrants through dialect humor, playing on stereotypes about fighting on Saint Patrick's Day. **"Matter of Taste"** satirizes class differences: a society lady worries about microbes in city water while drinking boiled water, but a working-class woman dismisses such concerns and drinks raw tap water—suggesting that either the concern is pretentious or working-class people are oblivious to health risks. **"Infallibly"** presents rural characters whose weather predictions are hilariously backwards—they predict rain based on rheumatism, and assume snow will follow because the wife does laundry on Mondays, creating circular logic. The **snow sequence** and other brief pieces offer gentle domestic humor about marital relations and childhood misunderstandings (the "pimples/dimples" joke). Overall, the page targets class pretension, immigrant stereotypes, rural superstition, and domestic relationships—standard Judge fare combining gentle social observation with period ethnic humor now considered offensive.
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