Judge, 1899-06-10 · page 3 of 16
Judge — June 10, 1899 — page 3: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains **social humor rather than political satire**. The top illustration depicts a Victorian-era parlor scene with two women discussing what appears to be a portrait—one mentions "the famous Cardinal Richelieu," establishing an upper-class domestic setting. Below are four captioned comic panels titled "How Big Bear Bagged the Booze—A Legend of New England." These appear to be **humorous anecdotes about alcohol consumption**, featuring working-class characters in rural New England settings. The jokes reference swimming, baseball, beer, and Coney Island amusements. The satire targets **class attitudes and regional stereotypes** rather than specific political figures. It mocks rural New England speech patterns and lower-class leisure activities, presenting them as quaint or amusing to Judge's educated urban readership.
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THEIR FIRST. Mrs. MayrLowrr—" Why, that looks like a portrait of the famous Cardinal Richelieu !" Mrs, New yricit —"* Quite right, my dear ; he was one of our ancestors, you know—in fact our first, I believe.” NOT SO BAD, AFTER ALL. WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN EXPECTED. SCH. MAMMA." exclaimed Dorothy, who had heard of a tornado ++ (QHUMPBY attempted to sit upon Wittby last night." passing over the town where she used to live, " grandpa and Aunt What came of it?” Emily have been visited by.a sugar-cane.” “ He is still in his chambers, I believe, picking out the epigrams.” HOW BIG BEAR BAGGED THE BOOZE—A LEGEND OF NEW ENGLAND, A GIRL. YOU, can teach her to paint, to embroider, and sing, ‘To ride on a bike and to make lemonade ; You can teach her to love you, the dear little thing ! But you never can teach her how base-ball is played, POOR COMFORT. Patsy —" An’ phy can't Oi go in swimmin’ Mrs, Donovan—" ‘Cause ye don't know how, darlint. But jist 's soon 's ye can swim Of'll not hov th’ laste objictions to yure goin’ into th’ wather.” A DREAM. WIT a glorious thought ! Now just simply suppose ‘The unhappy onion Were crossed with the rose. AT CONEY ISLAND, Customer —" This glass of beer reminds me of the old proverb.” Bar-tender —" How's dat?" Customer —“ There is plenty of room at the top.” comicbooks.com