Judge, 1904-05-14 · page 7 of 20
Judge — May 14, 1904 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several unrelated satirical pieces typical of early Judge magazine: **"Sambo in the Storm"**: A dialect poem using offensive racial caricature (the term and stereotypical speech patterns were common in period humor). It depicts an enslaved or rural Black person frightened by a thunderstorm, appealing to God for protection. This represents the racist humor standard in late 19th/early 20th-century American publications. **"From the Spanish"**: A brief anecdote about a soldier selling his shirt for soap—mild satire on military discipline and practicality. **"No Danger" and "His Estimate"**: Quick joke vignettes. "No Danger" jokes darkly about financial securities during economic trouble. "His Estimate" satirizes a husband's indifference, playing on the wife calling herself "birdlike." **"Among Our Obligations"**: A two-liner crediting chemistry for blonde hair—typical period humor about cosmetics and artificiality. **"The Poor Fellow Couldn't"**: A brief quip about a man unable to marry due to creditor opposition—commentary on debt and financial instability. The page reflects Judge's mix of crude racial humor, financial satire, and domestic comedy typical of American satirical magazines of this era.
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SAMBO IN THE STORM. HEN de big clouds dark de sky, An’ de crows begin to fly ; When a mewl prick up his ears— Dat's de time a niggah skeers. When de lightnin’ make a streak "Crost de fiel’ an’ down de creck ; When de thunder grow! an’ roll— Good 1 save a niggah's sou When de sercech-owl bulge his eyes Ten times bigger dan dar size ; When de tree-tops swing an’ bend— Good Lawd, be de niggah's friend. When de winds in canebrakes roar, When de rains break loose and pour, When de debil turn out wild— Good Lawd, hope dis niggah child. ¥. 1. FROM THE SPANISH. URING a review of his soldiers the com- manding officer, observing that he could NO DANGER. not see the shirt of one of the soldiers, ap- Mrs. Brown— Oh, doctor! Little Georgie has swallowed a couple of safety-pins and seems to im, unbut d his coat and dis- be in terrible distr brosehes fp suninunenes isvenat and dls Tue Doctor—"" Well, well, don’t fly in a panic, madam: undigested securities are causing lots of trouble all round just now.” “ How is this, you dirty fellow,” he ex- claimed ; “ where 's your shirt 2” HIS ESTIMATE. “Ab, captain,” replied the soldier, «1 sold it to buy some soap 44 YOU used to tell me I was birdlike,” complains the fond wife. with which to wash it, for it was sadly in need of it.” ‘The brutal husband continues to bury his nose in the paper. + You used to tell me I was bird epeats the fond wife, * but AMONG OUR OBLIGATIONS. now you never act as if you thought so. The professor— We owe a great deal to chemistry "—— “You're still birdlike,” growls the brutal husband. Friend—Yes, indeed, To chemistry, for instance, we owe a “One wouldn't think you thought so, to judge by "“— great many of our blondes. “Isn't a parrot a bird 2 THE POOR FELLOW COULDN'T. “Did he marry money ?"* “T think not—all his creditors opposed the match.”