Judge, 1898-11-26 · page 12 of 20
Judge — November 26, 1898 — page 12: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three separate satirical pieces from *Judge* magazine: **"Her Consistency"** mocks female hypocrisy. Maria vehemently denounces her neighbor Jones as "the bane of my existence," refusing to hear his name mentioned. Yet when he dies, she immediately pivots—expressing sympathy, attending the funeral in her new black dress, and claiming intimate friendship. The joke is that her moral certainty vanishes instantly when social convention or personal advantage changes. **"Forewarned"** is a brief Irish-dialect joke about someone who saw a play the previous night and witnessed an actor's death in the final act—apparently unaware he was watching a theatrical performance, not reality. **"How He Got Over It"** is a four-panel wordless comic showing an animal (appears to be a dog or similar creature) attempting to climb a steep incline, getting stuck, having an idea, and finally succeeding. It's straightforward slapstick humor about problem-solving through persistence.
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Tue House —"' How are you? It strikes'me you're not looking very well.” THE Wxtt—" Strikes me you look a little peaked yourself.” HER CONSISTENCY. Mr, Smith (just home) —* Maria, you know Jones well. He" — Maria (interrupting) —" Now, Smith! I don't want to hear anything about that disreputable man, He is the bane of my existence. Every night it is Jones did this or did that. Don't mention his name to me.” A long silence. Mrs. Smith fidgets about, and with the consistency of woman asks, * What has that wretch done again? How I pity his wife!” Mr. Smith— Vie died suddenly this morning.” ‘ Maria— You don't say. What did he die of? Poor fellow! When is the funeral? . How fortunate I just got a new black dress. Of course, being such an : intimate friend, we must go.” . FOREWAKNED, Maria (wo bereaved widow atthe funeral) —" Yes, dear Mrs. Jones, can fully | O'Hattonan —" Is sory Ol am to find thot ye hov 8 ticket understand your loss. We know what a good fellowhe was He was such a good °° the play to-noight, McGovern, fer ye'll not see Sir Hinnery.” friend of ours. Only time will help alleyiate your sorrow.” Rp meso Yor ae toe y p alleyiate y Because Oi was here last noight, and wid me two eyes I seen him die in the last act.” 3, —I've got an idea 1 think will work.— HOW HE GOT OVER IT. 4, ——I'm over!" comicbooks.com