Judge, 1902-02-01 · page 6 of 17
Judge — February 1, 1902 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several short satirical jokes typical of early 20th-century humor magazines: **"The Usual Way"** (bottom illustration) mocks gambling at Monte Carlo—a wealthy man loses every intentional bet but wins every accidental one, capturing the absurdity of chance. **"Talked Too Much"** jokes about a husband's hoarse voice from attending a whist (card game) club meeting, implying gossipy chatter. **"Willing He Should Pay It"** satirizes a patient's medical bill dispute—suggesting the doctor send the invoice to "another man," implying infidelity or shifting blame. **"Not in the Rubber Combination"** references rubber salesmen aggressively hawking their wares in the city, with "Uncle Josh Necker" (a rural character type) complaining about constant sales pitches. **"Appetizing"** portrays an Irish servant girl ("Bridget") listing mundane household supplies to her employer in comically malapropish English. The cartoons use stereotypical character types—rural figures, servants, gamblers—to mock contemporary urban life, domestic situations, and commercial practices.
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Filbert—“We Were thrown together from the same auto- mobile.” NOTHING NEEDED. Passer-by (as drunken man collides with him) — + What ing. [ve got all I can carry now !" A PROOF. First actor— “They are not ns in front Jo you me: First actor. “They are throwing cats as well as cab bages.” Husband—* What makes you so hoarse, my dear ?” Mrs. Benham Iife—" 1 attended a meeting of our whist club this afternoon.” =a WI L 7 CA NOT IN THE RUBBER COMBINATION. Uncte Josu Necxer—~ It does beat all what a lot of fellers they be sellin’ rubber bizness down to the city, Couldn't walk a block ‘thout hearin’ "em shout ‘ Rubber!" at me.” APPETIZING. Bridget — Will yez plaze write out the grocery ordher, mum ?” Mistress— “Well, what do you need ? Bridget— arch, an’ soap, an* clo’es pins, an’ stove polish, an’ kerosene ile, an’ matches, an’ a broom, an’ two lamp chimblys, mum.” THE TEST. Ol THATS a very poor exclaimed at the art how she knew, for no one believed Aunt Sue to bean artcritic. “The signature of the artist. is so small,” she replied, convincingly. TALKED TOO MUCH. WILLING HE SHOULD PAY IT. THE USUAL WAY. Gtapys—'* So you really tried Monte Carlo? What luck?” Loro Srort—Awful! | lost every bet | made and won every bet I didn’t!" “The doctor says that you will soon be another m: Benham—* All right; tell him to send his bill to that other man.” comicbooks.com