Judge, 1900-06-09 · page 7 of 16
Judge — June 9, 1900 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several satirical sketches on domestic and social themes: **"Home, Sweet Home"** mocks immigrant parenting, depicting Mrs. Geiser (German-accented) singing a lullaby to a fussy baby while considering sauerkraut as medicine—stereotyping German-American culture and folk remedies. **"His Status"** jokes about Irish immigrants (McGorry and O'Haggerty, indicated by accents and "bedad") celebrating becoming fathers of twins, playing on period stereotypes about Irish families and working-class reproduction. **"The Thrush"** is sentimental poetry about a bird's song evoking childhood innocence, contrasting nature's simplicity with urban corruption. **"Barred Out"** presents a pun: landlords refuse to rent to families with children ("little things"), exploiting housing discrimination. The bottom section advertises theatrical posters for popular plays, with illustrations numbered 1-4 (partially legible). Overall, the page reflects turn-of-century American attitudes toward immigrants, domestic life, and urban social problems, mixing sentiment with casual ethnic stereotyping typical of Judge's humor.
📄 Transcribed text from this page (OCR, searchable)
Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
HOME, SWEET HOME. Mrs. Geiser (singing)—"' * Hush-a-bye, baby, fadder is near; mommer 's a lady, und dot's wery clear.’ Goodness my! such a contrariness! I never saw such a nervousness baby in my life. He von't go to sleep yet—he must be sick. Maggie, bring der sauerkraut.”” HIS STATUS. THE THRUSH. McGorry—" So yez are a father now, eh?” [ HEARD a thrush a-singin’in the park O'Haggerty—" Oi am two av thim, bedad ! - the other day— We hod twins at our house lasht noight.” A-singin’ out his little soul in just the same old way, As if this great big city, with its sufferin’ and sin, Was as good a place as any to be a-liv- in’ in, It carried me plumb back again to when Twas a child ; When all the world was beautiful and nothin’ in it sp'iled ; A little girl a-skippin’, bonnet hangin’ by its string— That's what it made me think of when I heard the creature sing. I wisht we all could wipe the slate and do the sum again, aa ouszBinnt> Now we've learned the rules so perfect and see the end so plain. If when we reach life's winter we could have another spring, Seems to me we might be happy like the thrushes when they sing. Wire FLy —'Come on, fellers! Here's a horse that nose convert. can’t move his tail.” BARRED OUT, % Mrs. Cobwigger— It is difficult to find a nice flat in New York when you have children.” Cobwigger— I've always told you, my dear, it is the little things that count.” “JUDGE” SUGGESTS A FEW NEW POSTERS FOR SOME WELL-KNOWN PLAYS. comicbooks.com