Judge, 1903-03-21 · page 10 of 16
Judge — March 21, 1903 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page contains multiple short satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century American humor: **"Fifine"** is a sentimental poem about nostalgic romance, likely unrelated to the cartoons. **"A Compromise Suggested"** depicts an Irish immigrant (O'Tunder, identified by dialect) haggling with a doctor over treatment for his daughter's dyspepsia—the joke being his preference for cheap oranges over prescribed medicine. **"A Professional Criticism"** mocks the hypocrisy of a tattooed circus performer criticizing a contortionist's vanity. **"An Impossibility"** is a brief joke: a man can't stop drinking because he "always drinks"—implying chronic alcoholism makes abstinence impossible. **"A Big Town"** shows rural farmers amazed by New York City's size. **"Saint Patrick's Day"** and **"Presumably Not"** are brief Irish-dialect humor pieces. **"Colonel Carolina Advertises for a Wife"** is a six-panel comic strip showing a woman placing and responding to personal advertisements, depicted as increasingly desperate. The humor relies on ethnic stereotypes (Irish and rural accents), class commentary, and domestic/romantic satire typical of the era.
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boat A COMPROMISE SUG- GESTED. seYOUR daughter,” said the “FIFINE.” KNEW you, Whe And the smile in your eyes em w you to-day, physician who had been summoned to the home of the O'Tunders on Saint Patrick's Drove my dreamings away. Though you frowned in surprise Wher T ventured to say 1 knew you, Fifine! day ; * your daughter is suffer- ing from a severe form of dys- pepsia, You should give her small doses of tincture of yel- low-root and let her eat noth- ing but oranges for a short whi I knew you, Fifine— In the days of the past, When your smiles were for me. Ah, the glances you Ang Ay Y, La/] L,,). « Docther,” asked O"1 der, while beads of appeared on his brow, * O¥'il shtand fer th’ yellow-root ; but, T knew you, Fifin ree -ay, fer this wan day at laste Though a veil has been drawn it qi nd the shade the can't we give her yrane or- aaeer? tare gone. 8 Ves, French lady’s-maid," "Twas as plain Bridget Bawn I knew you, * Fifine!” A PROFESSIONAL CRITI- CISM. 66 RUT," sneers the tattooed lady, * the contortionist is such a piece of vanity !" *Thave never noticed “He always seemed to me to be a perfectly modest, unassuming fellow.” AN IMPOSSIBILITY. 66] KNOW you will be glad to hear that Stedditope isn’t drinking any more.” * He couldn't—to save his A BIG TOWN. life.” un * exclaimed Farster Meppers—So ye stopped over one train in N' York? Is they much Couldn't what ?" ter see there” Farmer Pium—'Is they much ter see? Well, say, Silas! | tramped rao simply wrapped there fer a hull hour an’ I didn’t see more’n half they wuz ter see—not more’n half. argues the wild m; *Unassuming the tattooed lady. And half the time he up in himself.” OBSERVING SAINT PATRICK’S DAY. PRESUMABLY NOT. Casey—" Arrah! don’t yez hit below th’ belt, This foight is goin’ Elderly party—* What's the matter, little boy? You must be in U be accordin’ t’ marquis av Quanesberry rules. some sort of trouble.” Murphy —* Not on yer loife! This foight is goin’ t' be accordin® Little boy—*'Course Lam. You don't (boo-hoo !) s'pose I'm cry- U Saint Pathrick rules. Hit wheriver yez gits th’ chance.” in’ fer de fun uv it, do yer?" Colonel Carolina Adertises Kr A’ Wik. “Drink any more than he always drinks.” S. HIS ANSWER TO THE “AD.” comicbooks.com