Judge, 1903-09-05 · page 3 of 16
Judge — September 5, 1903 — page 3: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains two distinct pieces of satirical content: **Top Section ("At the Minstrels"):** A dialogue between Mr. Croak dale and Mr. Curnbork about mail carriers. The satire concerns distinguishing between male and female mail-carriers by observing whether they drop mail at corners or in mailboxes. It's a lighthearted jab at postal service inconsistency and perhaps emerging anxieties about women entering the workforce as mail-carriers—a profession traditionally held by men. **Bottom Illustration ("At the Seminary Outing"):** Shows young women at what appears to be a social gathering near water. The caption notes "the matron read the truth in the parasolé"—suggesting the illustration satirizes young ladies' behavior or propriety during supervised outings, likely poking fun at strict Victorian-era oversight of unmarried women. Both segments reflect early-20th-century social attitudes toward gender and workplace change.
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AT THE MINSTRELS, soMR CROAKDALE,” said Mr. Curntbork, as the two eminent endmen settled into their chairs, +I have a puzzling interroga- tory to propound. “Indeed ?” asked Mr. Croakdale, pulling up his collar and smoothing his wig; “indeed? You have a puzzling interrogatory to propound, have you, Mr. Curntbork ?” Yes, sir.” “Then,” suavely said Mr. Croakdale, “I would suggest that you proceed with your propounding.” “Very well. What, sir, is the difference between a girl who always drops the letters in the mail-box at the corner and a girl who faints Seventeen consecutive times in one day ?” « What is the difference between a girl who always drops the letters in the mail- box at the corner and the girl who faints seventeen consecutive times in one day?” “That is the query I have advanced.” “That is too easy,” ob- served Mr, Croakdale, carelessly thrumming upon his tambourine, “ The girl who always drops the letters in the mail-box is looking for some one to write her, and the girl who faints sev- enteen consecutive times in one day needs some one to right her.” “Not so,” declared Mr. Curntbork; “not so. guessed it.” Pat—"* There, now! A GREAT COMBINATION. Wid me little grane mascot on th’ bank an’ th’ good-loock sinker Of'm usin’, O'll cotch fish av there’s anny in th’ pond, begob!"* You haven't astonishment. AT THE SEMINARY OUTING. ‘The young ladies declared there was nothing wanting to make the occasion perfect, but the matron read the truth in the parasols, “No? Well, there is another answer, One is a mail-dropper and the other is a female dropper.” “ Wrong again.” “Tell it, then,” sniffed Mr. Croakdale. “One posts the mail and the other pales the most.” There was a rumble of the tenor-drum and a crash upon the bass-drum, while a fanfare of trumpets indi- cated that Mr, Pulsifer Sug- gles, the world-renowned tenor, was about to sing sie’s teeth were filled with gold and sunny was her hair.” WHAT DID SHE MEAN? Mrs. Auger—"\ can't see why my husband should be jealous of me.” Her friend— No one can, my dear.” AMPLE. Ada—‘Do you get much exercise?” May—“‘Why, yes. 1 have no maid, and I have a waist that buttons in the back.” SHE WAS THERE. 4 AMMA," said little Frances, ‘‘I dreamed of you last night. We were all sitting in the parlor, and you began to scold me.” “ What did I say, Frances?” asked mamma. “Why, you ought to know, mamma,” replied Frances with some “ You were there.” comicbooks.com