Judge, 1911-03-18 · page 9 of 24
Judge — March 18, 1911 — page 9: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page features six short humor pieces typical of late 19th/early 20th-century American satire: **The photographic terms section** (top) uses darkroom terminology as metaphors for social types—overexposed people, underdeveloped intellects, etc. **The Irish tourism joke** mocks Cork's association with poets needing rhymes for "New York." **"A Faith Cure"** jokes about parental intervention preventing an unwise romantic match through sheer willpower. **"Her Worst Fear Realized"** satirizes class anxiety: a wealthy heiress's mother fears her daughter has inherited democratic/egalitarian values rather than proper aristocratic snobbery about marrying a count. **"Not Her Kind"** and **"His Hope"** are marriage/courtship jokes mocking materialism and aspiration. **"Porcine"** compares certain men unfavorably to pigs. The page exemplifies Judge's style: brief, genteel humor targeting middle-class concerns about class, romance, poetry, and social pretension. The jokes rely on wordplay and mild social commentary rather than political content.
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TERMS PHOTOGRAPHIC. Out of focus. Its Mark of Distinction. 66@O YOU have been making a tour of Ireland?”” “Yes, It was very fine, too. There are some interesting cities in Ireland. Take Belfast, for instance. It is noted for its breweries and its shipyards. Then there is Dublin. I found it a splendid city. It, as you know, is noted for its great university. Cork is an- other fine place. I was there for several days."* “What is Cork noted for?” “For the help it has been to the poets who wanted something to rhyme with New York."’ A Faith Cure. “a H4ve you ever really known of a cure by faith?’” “Yes. When I we I fell madly in love with a widow of thirty, but my mother and father had faith that I would live if I didn’t get her, and I did."” ixteen years old Positive. Her Worst Fear Realized. 66N]0, MOTHER,” said the beautiful heiress, ‘‘I shall not marry the count. I do not love him.'’ “Alas!” the good old lady sobbed. “T’ve always feared you had inherited your father’s plebeian ideas.’’ Not Her Kind. 66 AVE you heard,” asked Mrs, Old- castle, ‘‘that Grace Moneylove has married an octogenarian?”’ “Mercy sakes!"’ exclaimed Mrs. Just- rich. ‘‘Is that so? Well, he may be all right, but I’ve never seen a man who wouldn’t eat meat that I'd live with."’ His Hope. 66 SUPPOSE,” the beautiful girl, ‘‘you write for the mere love of writing.” “Yes,” replied the sad-looking poet; “but I still hope to some day be able to write for at least fifteen cents a line."” said Underdeveloped. Porcine. HE POET has said that man is brother to the ox, but there are some who look as though they were brother to another quadruped, one that is shorter legged and has no horns. ON THE SAFE SIDE. “Why don’t you knock before ‘ou enter my room 7” all right, sir I peeped through the keyhole first.” comicbooks.com