Judge, 1902-04-12 · page 3 of 16
Judge — April 12, 1902 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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This page contains two unrelated items: **Top Section ("How He Did It"):** A domestic comedy about Mr. Dimpleton explaining to his wife why he invited an unexpected guest (Jack Willoughby) to stay. The humor relies on marital banter—Mrs. Dimpleton's skepticism about her husband's claim that hospitality was necessary, and his exasperated explanations. The illustration shows a crowded bedroom scene. This is social satire about Victorian-era middle-class manners and spousal dynamics, not political commentary. **Bottom Cartoon ("A Second-Rate"):** A woman in an elegant wrap addresses another woman reclining on a chair, asking if she can get her finger around a ring. The caption's punchline about the ring being "easily" removable implies infidelity or marital trouble. This is domestic scandal humor typical of Judge's satirical content about upper-class social life.
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HOW HE DID IT. D!MPLETON tiptoed into his wife's room with a smile on his face, and an air as if he had something to tell that was really worth telling. My dear,” he said brightly, “Jack Willoughby is down stairs. I invited him out to dinner.” Mrs. Dimpleton turned sharply around and regarded her husband with a look of mingleé incredulity and impatience. “Didn't you know,” she said, “that to-night is the night of the Biggses’ progressive-euchre party Dimpleton’s face fell, and he whistled in dismay. “ By Jove,so it is! And to think I should have invited any one out. What a break ! Mrs. Dimpleton was silent for some time, She was no doubt think- ing that an extra man, not counted on, is one of the most undesirable progressive when features of a party, -euchre knows the people well enough to bring him along, even one “It’s just like you men,” she said at last, “to do a thing like that. We'll have to take him with us, | suppose, but it’s so awkward.” “But he didn't bring his even- clothes,” said Dimpleton. “You . it was my fault. [never thought about that confounded party.” cuchre “Of course not,” exclaimed Her husband sighed. he said. Mrs. Dimpleton contemptuously Then his face brightened “Il explain the whole thing to him and he can wear my IN GOOD CLD GEORGIA. Cotonen Passencer— That last station was my destination, sah. Why in heaven's name, sah, didn’t you stop thar ?”” Conpuctor—" We don’t stop there any more: the en neer ’s mad at the station-agent.”” “TL have it, “Pardon me, madam, A SECOND-RATER. “Can you twist him around your finger ? “Yes; but he gets broke’ so easily it isn't worth while.”* he si clothes and go with you and I'll stay at home.” There was a pause. “Well,” said Mrs. Dimpleton, finally, "1 suppose that’s the only way out of it.” And Dimpleton went down stairs to explain how matters stood. Two hours later, Dimpletor alone in the library, with a big pipe in his mouth, a decanter of Scotch at his elbow, his feet poised at the right angle and the blazing logs in the grate reflecting the look of deep satisfaction on his face, laughed sofily to himself as he heard the carriage rumble off, “What a piece of luck !" he ex- claimed, “to get_a young fellow of my size to take my place. This is the first time in my life that [ever stayed home and wasn't made to feel itty about it.” a, SIMILIA SIMILIBUS CURANTUR. $4 POOR man” sighed the lady re- former as she peered through the bars at the * Poor man! miserable convict. It must be hard to be deprived of light and flowers and birds and human companionship.” “It is, lady, it is prisoner, moaned the “L believe,” mused the lady, “that E shall marry you to reform you.” Here the convict laughed heartily for some moments. «1, a8 soon as he found his voice. urdon this impolite hilarity, but Lam in here for bigamy.” comicbooks.com