Judge, 1901-01-12 · page 10 of 16
Judge — January 12, 1901 — page 10: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains multiple comic vignettes satirizing American social life. The top cartoon mocks a painter's ambitions—when asked what he'll paint after selling his current work, he jokes "The town," suggesting mediocre artists lack imagination beyond their immediate surroundings. "The Fate of the Caddie-Bag" features a squaw (Native American woman) using a golf bag as a papoose carrier, playing on the period's casual racial stereotyping and class humor about working-class people repurposing wealthy people's possessions. "At the Musicale" satirizes sentimental Victorian culture through a cynic's crude joke: if "loving is but dreaming," then some men must have nightmares—mocking both romantic sentimentality and men's marriage dissatisfaction. Other sketches mock hypochondria among the wealthy, working-class courtship delays, and exaggerated "golf dialect" speech affectation among golfers. The humor assumes readers' familiarity with period social hierarchies and Victorian etiquette norms now largely obsolete.
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CELEBRAT- ING. +6] F YOU sell this picture what will you paint next ?” “The town.” JUST SO, Akinside (seeking to sponge some medical advice) —"Doctor, everything I eat distresses me Des terribly. Tell deh Witt me, what can I ‘ keep on my Meee ; stomach without vl i fy f { paining me?” “% Mie 1 THE FATE OF THE CADDIE-BAG. Old peer | SQUAW Pirrace—''Golf-bag heap good for little O7#”m—" Your Yell-out-a-lung, waugh !” nd. Buc nono —*Gee, I guess we won't get'a hand-out at this house. They keep their dog right in the front-parlor.”” AT THE MUSICALE. 46] F LOVING is but dreaming,” the sweet soprano’s throat ‘The measure rippled, then the alto took it note for note, The tenor caught the passage and dwelt upon it long, The basso sang “* but dreaming" and sang it deep and strong. The sweet old song had won us, we gave it rich applause, Except the scoffing cynic whom sentiment outlaws ; He gave this whispered cut, that may not be healed with salve : “If loving is but dreaming, what nightmares some men have ! ROY YARRELL GREENE, PECULIARLY SUSCEPTIBLE TO GOLF DIALECT. DISEASE, EVIDENTLY. His war lr, you are intoxicated = your speech betrays you behind timsh-—d Aunt Serena —“\ don't understand it, but one you nme Hiamaut Madame, “ahmshamed of your (hie) ignorance" you're way behind timsh—don't can pick up a paper nowadays without reading about | some governor or general or statesman gettin’ cured of | HIS SARCASTIC RETORT. some horrible disease with some great medicine.” Uncle Silas—" 1 don’t understand it nuther. But I should judge that bein’ a big gun must be fearfully unhealthy.” Heloise (aged nine) =" Oh, tell me, Harold; am I the only girl you have ever loved ?” Harold (aged twelve)—"Aw, g'wan! D’ yuh tink I'm a darn amachoor ?” A LAUR eS HO PT Est £ = _ KING TARDINESS. Hain't dat long-winded Jim Jackson proposed toe yo" yit, Angie?” Nope! I caint understand it—him bein’ out o° work, too. comicbooks.com