Judge, 1903-07-18 · page 6 of 16
Judge — July 18, 1903 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This page contains two satirical pieces mocking upper-class affectation and materialism circa early 1900s. **"How Dreadful!"** ridicules effete British aristocrats (Archibald and Ferdinand) whose affected speech ("thaw's ranch," "pwominence") and detachment from reality are absurd. The joke: they're shocked that Western ranchers lack personal valets, then casually learn these men have killed people—yet find this detail less offensive than poor grooming. The satire targets snobbish pretension disconnected from actual violence and morality. **"Iridescent"** and **"No Doubt of It"** mock the wealthy and their spouses. A "gilded fool" with money but no sense can still achieve "polish"; a stingy husband suggests his wife wear her old bonnet to generate gossip rather than buy new clothes. The final exchange about maids satirizes mercenary romance—wanting love "for yourself alone" while requiring wealth. The cartoons attack class hypocrisy, materialism, and hollow values among the wealthy.
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HOW DREADFUL! IN THE wild and ] woolly west, dear boy,” sighed Archibald, «the men are terribly crude in their living, don't you know.” *“T should im- agine so,” simper- ed Ferdinand. “Ya-as, oh, ya-as. Why, do you know, not a man on my fa- thaw's ranch has a valet.” ince you mention it, dear fellaw, I recall reading some- where that everybody of any pwominence in the—aw—the region you mention has killed his man.” “Really, it is true, ‘pon my word.” “And why did he kill him? Couldn't the man tie a scarf properly? Sometimes, when my man bungles my cra- vat so atrociously, I am almost tempted to feel as if I could have an inclination to murder him, bah Jov: “Bah Jove! so do I," said Archibald, as if he were won- dering why he never had real ized that he had felt that way when he did feel that way. IRIDESCENT. SHE IS a gilded fool,” we say with fine scorn, re- ferring to the shallow- pated youth who is possessed of all his papa’s money and none of his papa's sense. “Possibly so,” concedes the impressionable damsel at our side; “possibly so. But you must acknowledge that, for a gilded object, he takes on a very high polish.” There were further argu- ments we could make, but why press them ? NO DOUBT OF IT. Mrs. Closefist—" Oh, do give me a new bonnet, my dear! It will set all my friends talking.” Closefist— Mf you're after notoriety, why don't you get the old one made over? That will make your friends talk twice as much.” First MatD OF THE SEA: Second MAID OF THE SEA. A PRIME ESSENTIAL. don't want to be loved for my money, like Ethel." “Well, if you want to be loved for yourself alone you've got to have it.” comicbooks.com