Judge, 1911-11-18 · page 8 of 24
Judge — November 18, 1911 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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This page contains multiple satirical sketches typical of early Judge magazine humor: **Top cartoon**: Two men discuss a third person's means of support, rendered in dialect caricature stereotyping African Americans—reflecting the racist humor common in American satirical publications of this era. **"A Bargain"**: Uncle Eben (a stock character representing an African American) negotiates theater seating, turning the tables on a ticket seller by offering less money but bringing his own chairs—a joke about shrewd negotiation. **"Bee-cause"**: A flirtation poem where a woman threatens to "sting" a man's romantic advances—typical romantic wordplay humor. **"Literary Chat"**: A young author confidently reads a society woman "like a book," but she quips his book is so poorly read (unread/ignored) she has nothing to fear—mocking struggling writers. **"Such Stuff as Colleges Are Made Of"**: A student hilariously misinterprets "artillery of the skies" as "shooting stars" rather than thunder—poking fun at student ignorance and pedantic education. The page exemplifies Judge's mix of social satire, romantic humor, and educational mockery, though marred by period racist caricature.
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“ Ah don't see how dat lazy niggah lives widout no missible means ob suppo't."” “* Well, Ab reckon, Mr. Thompson, dey mus’ be somethin’ wrong wid yoah eyesight."” 3? A Bargain. Ticket “T can give youa couple of chairs in the aisle for two dollars apiece.”” Uncle Eben— “‘Nope. Tell you what I'll do, though — give you a quarter apiece and bring our own chairs."" seller — Bee-cause. He. ERE [a little honey bee, A-wing for dainty sips, I'd light upon you, dear, and draw The honey from your lips. She. Were you a little honey bee (She could not hold her tongue), And I had aught to do with you, I know that I'd be stung. Jee Cone, LESSED are they who do not mourn, for they do not need to be comforted. Fo’ de Lo'd! What yo’ doin’ with mah shoe-blackin'?’’ Dat ain't yoah shoe-blackin’, yo’ fool niggah, Dat 's mah massage cream." Literary Chat. Young author— “Ah, I can read you like a book !’* Society miss— “Well, if you can read me the way your book has been read, I have nothing to fear."” Not Nowadays, Anyhow. LITTLE drops in prices— Bargains, as it were— In the cost of living Seldom do occur. Such Stuff as Colleges Are Made Of. Professor of English—"Now, Mr. Twilight, can you tell me what the poet means when he speaks of ‘the artillery of the skies’?”” Mr. Twilight (with happy as- surance) —‘‘Why, the shooting stars, of course!’’ comicbooks.com