Judge, 1902-11-15 · page 7 of 16
Judge — November 15, 1902 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page collects brief comic sketches typical of Judge magazine's humor. The main piece plays on marital comedy: a husband needs his toupee for a masked ball costume, but his wife has borrowed it for her colonial-themed outfit. When he asks what character he can assume without hair, she suggests either "Samson shorn of his locks" (biblical reference) or—as a punchline—a "hard-boiled egg," exploiting the visual absurdity of baldness. Other sketches include: an elderly miser collecting newspaper supplement coloring-contest pages to paint his barn cheaply; a racist caricature of "Uncle Isham" (African American) expressing faith during coal shortage while eyeing a neighbor's woodpile; and various domestic and period-detail humor involving Kentucky dialect, automobiles, and bar scenes. The humor relies on wordplay, visual puns, and social stereotypes typical of early 20th-century American satire—much would be considered offensive today.
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A SUGGESTED DISGUISE. IT IS the evening of the masked ball. The fond husband and the loving wife are assuming their disguises. “Where,” he exclaims, “where in the dickens is my toupee? I can't find it any- where, and I have to wear it, no matter whether I appear in costume or not.” “My angel,” replies the wife, “1 am wearing your toupee. It was just what I needed to twist into a Janice curl for my colonial-lame attire.” “Weil, that puts me out,” commented the husband. “ What character can I assume without any hair ?” “Why not appear as *Samson shorn of his locks "2" “Got no lion-skin costume.” “Well, why not be unique and original for once and go as a hard-boiled egg ?* NEW USE FOR THEM. 66 \JJONDER what old man Titewadd is so anxious to get the Sunday papers for ?" said the groceryman, He asked my little boy to save the supplement of ours for him regularly.” MIGHT GO OFF. “Why,” explained Pete Dokes, * the old man is tryin’ to save Miss Cucumser—* | see you have even the floor of Mr. Match’s cell padded. up enough of them children’s-color-paintin'-contest pages to get Did you say he was demented? " Mr. Rapist Keerer—* Oh, no, mum: but he’s so light-headed we are afraid enough paint to give his harn another coat. he will fall ard strike himself,”” HE HAD FAITH. URING the coal famine Uncle Isham’s face wore an expression of peaceful content * Uncle Isham, how are you go- ing to live through this cold winter 2” said I one day. “Well, Mr. James,” said he, “1 ain't skeered. » De good Lawd looks arter his brack chillens. An’ ‘sides dat,” he added in a low whisper, * doan’ yo" see dat big wood-pile ober in Mr. Simmons’s do'-yahd ?” AFTER THE WRECK. HERE was an automobilist Who struck a hippopotamus. He viewed the grave results and sighed, + My goodness gracious! What a muss!” A DISCUSSION OF ART. S6] WONDER,” said Mrs. Duzzit, ff the men ever really looked as the pictures of the olden times represent them ?” We have just as much reason for supposing so,” answered Mr. Duz- zit, “as for thinking that the women of to-day look like the pictures of IN OLD KENTUCKY. Covoner Perrer—" Why don't you have rubber-tire rockers put on these cheers, bah-tendah ?"" Bar-renoen—" ‘Cause rubber "sa non-conduetah, sah; an'if the place should evah get struck by lightnin’ you ‘Re in the dry-goods advertise. an’ Majah Blocdgotd wouldn't get killed. sab."" THE SWINGING CIGAR-LIGHTER. Brown (who has just drooped m for a light)—"* Whiskers is asleep. 1 won't disturb him.— comicbooks.com