Judge, 1902-03-01 · page 6 of 20
Judge — March 1, 1902 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Judge* magazine contains multiple short humorous sketches typical of late 19th/early 20th-century American satire. **Key content includes:** - A portrait of **Grace Van Studdiford**, likely a theater performer, with accompanying poetic praise - Social humor mocking various types: an overly aggressive Sunday school boy, a doctor's patient worried about paying bills, and a Kentucky major so isolated his social life consists of "barely enough to get up a feud" - Anti-Semitic caricatures labeled "Ikey" and his "rorrer" (brother) using exaggerated dialect to mock Jewish immigrants' speech and presumed ignorance about diamonds - A domestic scene with offensive racial language depicting a Black servant - Mild observations about modern life (pianos needing cleaning, pastors being "old fogies") **The satire targets** social pretension, rural backwardness, and immigrants while relying heavily on ethnic and racial stereotypes considered acceptable humor in this era. The page reflects the publication's broader tendency toward casual bigotry alongside genteel social commentary.
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FAVORITES. ¥ STUDDIFORD, vly Who sces her sweetly pose, Will think the season pring And she its fairest rose. He'll think he hears the birds Upon the twinkling vine, When lightly flow her lisping words In melody divine. With us he quit When all is 1 in this lovely Grai ‘The Three rolled into one. HIS WAY. Sabbath-school teacher—"When very angry what should you do?" . nny Thickneck—" Knock the other fel- ler down, sit on his head, and then tone hundred—that's the only safe way, ma‘am.”” NEEDED A BRACER. Patient—* Doctor, will you kindly prescribe vod nerve-tonie for me 2” Doctor — Why, my dear man, you've en- tirely recovered from your sickness.” Patient—“ Yes; but Lwant you to send in your bill,” Mrs. Darke (mumbling) —" Dat wullless niggah is hatehin’ up some new trubble fo’ me NOT UPTO DATE. Mrs. Richmond— “What is your obj tion to your new pas tor?” Mrs. Bronxbor- ough—" Oh, he's such an old fogy. Why. he’s never once been tried for heresy A SMALL AS- SEMBLY. Visitor—"I un- derstand, major, that there were vi few at the mecting. Major Bluegrass (of Kentucky) — “Yes, suh; barely enough to get up a feud, suh.” SOPORIFIC, Bramble—" 1 used to be troubled with insomnia, but I cured myself.” Thorne—" How ?"* Bramble—" | join- ed a chess club.” “How do THe aD SECOND NA1 you like my new piani T-MINDED, DENTIST: HE OUGHT TO HAVE KNOWN Ikxy—" Popper. vat's der larchest di‘munt in der voild Ikey's rorrer—" Such a iknoramus vat you are! Vy, der ‘Cohen-oor' is der larchest, of course! A PREMONITORY VISA I kin see dat by his black looks!" comicbooks.com