Judge, 1903-01-10 · page 6 of 16
Judge — January 10, 1903 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several domestic humor cartoons satirizing early 20th-century married life and gender relations. **"The Burning Question"** mocks husbands' obsession with household practicalities over family sentiment—a man returns home to loving wife and children, yet only worries: "How is the furnace fire?" **"During the Family Jar"** shows a professional musician's wife dismissing economizing concerns with "Oh, fiddle!"—a pun on his profession. **"Fixing It for Him"** depicts a woman rejecting a romantic proposal by handing the devastated suitor a whisk-broom, instructing him to have his emotional breakdown outside. The humor lies in her pragmatic dismissal of theatrical male emotion. **"Took No Chances"** is a lighthearted limerick about a wife's inedible biscuits. **"What He Thought"** satirizes wives' expensive tastes: Mrs. Brown hints at wanting a $35 hat; her husband mentally labels her "a most unmitigated liar." **"A Mutual Difference"** offers marital comeuppance: when Mr. Newlywed complains her cooking differs from his mother's, Mrs. Newlywed retorts his salary differs from her father's. The overall theme: wives as shrewd, practical, and equal bargainers in marriage.
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‘THE BURNING QUESTION. HE sun has set, the twilight blushing dies ; Now to his train the swift commuter flies. What thought can cloud that erstwhile brow of Jove? What sorrow can a mind serene so move? Oh, ye who ask, attend him to his home. Behold in welcoming throng his children come. Sce where his consort, matronly, discreet, Extends connubial arms her spouse to greet. Should not such wife, such children, calm the mind Of aught who ranks himself with humankind ? Yet his gloom deepens. Hear his questioning shout, “ How is the furnace fire? Is it out?” —n.. evruxe UP NORTH. DURING THE FAMILY JAR. First vor—"* What are those fellers playing ?"" - - Nemes Seconp sor—"* Oh, it’s just a little game of freeze-out."”” Professional violinist—» But, my dear, we will have: to do some economizing until I can FIXING IT FOR HIM, make more money.” E WAS of such a volcanically-passionate and theatrically-romantic dis- His wife (perelantly)—* Oh, fiddle!" position that she anticipated his over-exerting himself when she handed him his refusal; so, after he had gotten his proposal safely out of his system and was standing breathlessly agape, she quietly extended to him a new whisk-broom. “ Wha-wha"— he gasped. « Oh,” she answered, “ you are to go out in the street now, sweep a nice clean place on the dusty pavement, and have your fit there. I can never be- come your wife.” TOOK NO CHANCES, WIFE once concocted a biscuit. Her husband, too fearful to riscuit, Caught it on his pate When swift from his plate He slyly attempted to whiscuit. WHAT HE THOUGHT. Mrs. Robinson Brown —“ A little bird has whispered to me that you are going to buy me a new thirty-five-dollar hat. What do you think of NOT TO BE DENIED. the bird “Do you think she will succeed in breaking Into society? The social lines are very closely Me: Robinia BPO a2 RE WS: IGT drawn, you know.”* Mr. 7 «Yes; but she is hitting the line like a plunging full-back.” most unmitigated liar.” A MUTUAL DIFFERENCE. Mr. Newuyweo—“' Your salads ain't like my mother used to make.”* Mrs. Newurweo—"' Well, your salary ain't like my father used to make.” comicbooks.com