Judge, 1900-11-24 · page 10 of 16
Judge — November 24, 1900 — page 10: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains multiple unrelated satirical pieces typical of Judge's humor: **Top section ("The Kind of Day"):** A straightforward joke about London fog and cab drivers' misery. A grumpy cabby complains that bad weather makes him want to go home and mistreat his wife—dark Victorian humor about working-class frustrations. **Middle section ("A Safe Bet"):** Two women (identified as Mrs. Cobble and Miss Strove) make a wager about predicting tomorrow's weather. The joke plays on the impossibility of accurate weather prediction—a timeless source of humor. **Bottom section ("Nailed by the Knees"):** A medieval-themed comic strip showing a knight ("Sir Guy") and lady ("Liane") in a domestic scene. The punchline involves the knight's armor getting stuck to the floor, trapping him during an awkward moment—slapstick humor based on medieval costume absurdity. The page demonstrates Judge's mix of social observation, betting/wager humor, and physical comedy. No specific political figures or events appear identifiable.
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