Judge, 1902-10-25 · page 2 of 16
Judge — October 25, 1902 — page 2: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This Judge magazine page contains two main cartoons. The upper section features poetry and commentary on autumn and American politics, criticizing Bryan (likely William Jennings Bryan, a populist presidential candidate) for losing his political effectiveness. The lower cartoon titled "His Idea" depicts a congress of mothers discussing childcare. A man (likely representing a male politician or social commentator) proposes that mothers should organize to manage household duties while men work—essentially suggesting women should handle domestic labor exclusively. The satire mocks this reductive, paternalistic view of women's roles and the absurdity of men lecturing women about managing children and households. The cartoon critiques outdated gender assumptions common in early 20th-century American politics.
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