Judge, 1898-06-18 · page 4 of 16
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains several unrelated satirical pieces and jokes typical of Judge magazine's format: **"Suburban"** mocks commuter complaints about weather and train delays. **"A Tedious Job"** jokes about a woman's first experience husking corn, asking if she must undress for every ear. **"An Immune"** references torture victims during what appears to be an inquisition or colonial context, with dark humor about endurance. **"Might Fall Down"** contains a domestic joke about a temporary fence. **"A Query"** asks whether Cuban women will wear American dress styles. **"Provisionary Forces"** features two mules discussing Cuban military news in anthropomorphized dialogue. **Bottom cartoons** depict bicycle accidents with electrical wires, making jokes about rubber tires and electricity. The page is primarily comedic rather than overtly political, using wordplay and visual gags.
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JUDGE'S FAVORITES. LIZZIE MAC NICHOL IN CASTLE SQUARE OPERA CO. From far afield, from pastures new, Dear Lizzie, I return to you; Because, though others may be Your tout ensemble is not there. fair, Ot just your sort one finds not tany— In fact, I doubt if there be any. MIGHT FALL DOWN. M®: NEWCOMB had put up a temporary board fence around a pear-tree to keep the cattle from eating the leaves off the lower branches. “You'd better not lean up against it,” said Willie to his little friend one afternoon ; ‘it’s only just basted.” A QUERY. Saunders —""\t we an- nex Cuba will the Cuban wo- men adopt American styles of dress?” Landers—" Perhaps not ; they may wear Havana wrap- Lineman (horrifiedly)—"* Look out, mister ; you're runnin’ over a live wire.” fo himself )—"* Bah! he seems to forget my rubber tires are non- (Passes over safely.) lengths.” SUBURBAN. THE rain is softly falling And splashing on my toes ; It from my hat-brim ripples, And trickles off my nose. No stiff-ribbed big umbrella Against the storm I spread, While to the railway-station * With dogged step I tread. The reason no umbrella Above me is displayed— To lug the homing bundles These horny hands were made. x. x, munxtrrnice. A TEDIOUS JOB. It WAS the first time Nan had seen any one husking corn, “ Doyou have to undcess every single ear?” she asked soberly. AN IMMUNE. HE chief of the rack de- partment and the super- intendent of the inquisition were baffled. The victim had now been on the rack six hours, and was pleasantly PROVISIONARY FORCES. First Mut —'' Why weepest thou—bad news from Cuba of our forces ?” Second MULE—‘‘ Yep; they say we are being cut to pieces at Havana, in steak AN UNEXPECTED BOOMERANG. Lineman—"' Gee ! de wire hain't charged wid electricity after all. I'll just drag it out of de road an’"—— (For funeral notice see daily papers.) bye, and take care of yoahself. every day, so as to keep you posted on the war, doncherknow.”” A CONSOLING SPIRIT. FRIEND (with emotion) —"* Well, 'Arry, me brave fellow, good- T'll send you the New York extras springing all kinds of sac- rilegious gags on the rack attendants, The authori- ties were nonplussed. Any greater strain would break the rack. Would the culprit never recant ? Ha! he is about to speak again. Will it be a recanta- tion, or another joke on the Jersey mosquito? The victim opens his mouth, and every ear lends attention, “If these blamed mud- sills,” he mutters to himself, “knew that for five years I have ridden twice a day from Harlem down to Broad street, hanging on to the straps on the elevated, they'd use this old rack for a garden-gate and try moral suasion.” nv comicbooks.com