Judge, 1902-04-26 · page 4 of 16
Judge — April 26, 1902 — page 4: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page satirizes women's involvement in club governance and decision-making. The main narrative concerns Mrs. Dimpleton's dramatic exit from a club over a voting dispute regarding Mrs. Bronkhorst-Trump, whom she calls "a mean old thing." The satire mocks how women approach organizational power—specifically, Mrs. Dimpleton's emotional response to a procedural decision (a tie-breaking vote). The piece implies women handle authority with excessive dramatics rather than cool reasoning. Supporting content includes "Judge's Favorites" (Adelaide Thurston poem), "In Ye Goode Olde Tymes" (period satire), and "More Truth Than Poetry" (domestic humor about bonnets and bills). The overall message ridicules women's clubs as sites of petty conflict and overwrought emotional reactions to minor governance matters.
📄 Transcribed text from this page (OCR, searchable)
Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
‘THE FEMININE WAY. HEN little Mrs. Dimpleton returned from the club she was’ trembling on the brink of a flood of tears. “Tl never go near that hor- rid old club again !" she declared with a catch in her voice. “1 hate it, sot do! I hate Mrs. Bronkhorst-Tump, our ador- able grand chaperon, too. She is a mean old thing, and Tl never speak to her again as long as I live. Why, the vote on the question of — Oh, dear! I forget what it was ; but it was horrid, any how, and I didn't see any sense to it then, and I don't now, cither, The vote stood fifteen to fourteen, and she voted, making it a tie of fifteen to fifteen ; and then she calmly announced that, according to the constitution and by-laws, she had the power, by virtue of her office, to decide all questions in case of a tie, and at once proceeded to decide it on the—boo-hoo ! wrong side.” JUDGE'S FAVORITES. ADELAIDE THURSTON. Whene’er your smile, bewitching, cute, Upon us brightly beams, We think we hear a fairy lute Beside a sea of dreams. high. men are not kept out of polities ! IN YE GOODE OLDE TYMES. OWE, ye knyghte Percivalle stoode at ye postern gate, murmur- ynge sweete nothynges into ye wyllynge cares of ye Ladye Ysabelle, & she smyled full sweetlie uponne hym & sayde shylie, * Methynketh, Percivalle, that there be ye be But at thys poynte shoutynge, hade of the immortal Jefferson!” breathed her husband, raising his hands on “Think of what_ may happen if wo- Above that sea whose sorg naught mars We fancy, sylph dream-sp' You are a sky of countless stars Rolled sweetly into one. goode «© of trewe love in thyne eye” ame forthe her father full wrothfullie and made moche ado, + Ods-blood ! A murrain seize me, an | do not take ye b ne from thys fellowe's eye in a jyfhi Whereuponne ye goode knyghte Percivalle chuckedde ye angrie papa into ye dytch aboute ye cas- le, saying merrilie Fyrste plucke ye moate from thy own eye, goode sir. & thenne he be- strode hym hys horse & made speede thence. MORE TRUTH THAN POETRY. Mrs. Lasher (who is showing her new bonnet to her husband) —* Isn't my new bonnet a perfect dream Mr. Lasher (who has just received the bill for c) vA dream? 1 only wish it was.” SAW THE MOURN- ING. 66 MAMMA, here's M a letter from the dead-letter office,” know, dear?" “It has a black border all around the SHOWING HER ANCESTORS. envelope. A TRIFLE LATE. Mrs. Farwer—' You say you are out ona strike. Well, you had better go back to work.” Weary Wittie—"'It's too late now, mum."* Mrs. Farmer—" What! has somebody else got your job?" Weary Wittit—"No'm: but de firm 's gone out uv business, It wuz thirty years ago dat | “struck.” comicbooks.com