Judge, 1894-12-01 · page 11 of 20
Judge — December 1, 1894 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several satirical vignettes: **"A New Idea"** (top): A comedic sequence where a man uses his dog in a bathtub as a makeshift shower-bath replacement—visual humor about domestic inconvenience. **"The Important Question"**: An Irish maid (Bridget O'Dowd) is interviewed for a cook position. The employer asks standard questions about cooking skills, but crucially interrupts to ask "What's your politics?"—satirizing how 19th-century employers (particularly wealthy urbanites) screened servants for political reliability, viewing domestic help with suspicion regarding their social views. **"Preservation of Game"**: Mocks a hunting society's absurdly inflated kill counts (700 pounds of fish, 14 deer, 647 birds)—satire on either exaggeration or overhunting practices. **"No Doubt He Will"**: A husband awaits Thanksgiving, hoping his turkey will "lose his head entirely"—obvious holiday dinner joke. **"If Newpop Looked as He Felt"**: A husband reluctantly fetches a baby bottle on a crowded streetcar, depicting domestic obligation versus male discomfort. The page targets class pretensions, servant anxiety, and domestic gender roles.
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