Judge, 1901-01-19 · page 5 of 16
Judge — January 19, 1901 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several short satirical pieces typical of Judge magazine's humor: **"Discouraged"** mocks college priorities: a young man refuses university attendance because the catalog lists no "foot-ball faculty"—satirizing Americans' obsession with college sports over academics. **"Died Too Soon"** depicts a stereotyped Black doctor ("Doctor Johnson," rendered in dialect) who ironically cured a patient's rheumatism but failed to treat the consumption that killed him—mocking medical incompetence. **"The Jam Thief's Surprise"** and **"A Rapper"** appear to be domestic humor sketches about household theft and marital disputes. **"To a Widow"** is a sentimental poem about recognizing widowed women by their distinctive gaze—hopeful yet defiant. **"The Turf in Philadelphia"** jokes about horse-racing times that seem absurdly slow. **"How It Looked"** shows a father sardonically interrupting a lover's declaration, suggesting the young man is only interested in the woman for inheritance or security. The page reflects period attitudes including racial stereotyping and class-based domestic humor.
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DISCOURAGED. ++." said the young man, decidedly, as he threw down the univer- sity catalogue, “I shall not go to that college.” We ventured to ask why. “Because,” he re plied, with infinite scorn, got “in this list of the pro- fessors no mention is made of the foot - ball faculty.” DIED TOO SOON. Doctor Johnson—"Nes, Miss Honeysuckle, I come purty neah curin’ pooh THE JAM THIEF'S SURPRISE. ole Mistah Blackman. If Tur norrie —"* I am thy father's spirit.” he'd held out two days + longah I'd had him cured, suah,” Muss Honeysuckle—" Why, be died of consumption, Awful disease to cuah.” Doctor Johnson — Dat 's true ‘nough, but | was doctahing him for rheu- : Mrs. Froc—"‘ Oh, Doctor Crawfish, my little polliwog's got the matics an’ had ‘em almos' cured when he died. ” measles. See, he’s getting spots on his back.’ TO A WIDOW! you look not downward, so! You're Not a maid ! Nor yet look upward, therefore Nota wife; But straight you look, into the Eyes of man, With yearning, hopeful gaze — Yet defiant : "Tis thus you tell us you're A widow. WILL ot, CLEMENS, THE TURF IN PHILADELPHIA. Joggers —" My trotter was badly beaten in Philadelphia yesterday, although he covered the mile in two-twenty. Baggers—" What was the winner's time?" Taggers —" Two-forty-six.” HOW IT LOOKED. Lover ( fervently)—"* You are my life !" < HER FATHER (unexpectedly}—" Hum! You seem to have a very strong hold on life.” comicbooks.co