Judge, 1903 · page 6 of 20
Judge — 1903 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several short humorous pieces typical of early 20th-century satirical magazines: **"A Difference"** contrasts golf and poker players' philosophies, joking that in golf one tries to "get in the hole" while in poker one tries to "keep out of it"—a double entendre about avoiding debt or trouble. **"Experience"** and **"After the Game"** are light romantic verses about summer romance and proposals. **"The Real Excitement"** satirizes an athlete who finds all mainstream sports too genteel and desires something more violent—his friend's suggestion to join a labor union and strike is the punchline, implying labor disputes were notoriously combative. **"No Kick Coming"** jokes that an artist painted his wife as she *thinks* she looks rather than as she actually appears—satirizing both artistic flattery and female vanity. The bottom illustrations humorously depict how artists and poets idealize their wives versus reality, a common Judge theme mocking romantic excess and domestic dynamics.
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A DIFFER- ENCE. se NOW,’ said tleman with the long goatee, “there are some people who like golf and there are some people who think pok- er is the only game a gentle- man should amuse” himself at. Which dem- onstrates to me that, after all, all sports are alike in their fundamental principles.” “1 hardly agree with you,” objected JUDGE'S FAVORITES. the individual MARION WINCHESTER. with the plaid There's lots of dainty poetry that gleams and glows necktie and the ‘To tng hat ke just how to read between the airy heavy coating lines. of tan. “In golf, for in- stance, one’s energies are bent toward getting in the hole, while in poker the effort lies in trying to keep out of it.” EXPERIENCE. HAD my woes these summer days just past. 1 jammed my clothes down wildly in « trunk ; AFTER THE GAME T bruised my body in some narrow bunk Now, sweetheart, will you be mine?” On train and boat. Unthinkingly T cast Yes, yes! Er—er—is it you, George?” My lot in with some summer girls, and fast And loose they played with me. How quick I sunk THE REAL EXCITEMENT. My hoard of coin! But then they made me drunk Be sen ‘i With pery blandlshiseaiy Gite the lat +40." SAID the athlete ; » there isn’t half enough excitement in the T walked and danced and golfed till T was lame. games any more. I've played baseball and football and polo and It scemed 1 could not do a thing 1 chose— shinny and lacrosse, but it seems to me they all are too gentle. What | I was the hottest, crankiest of men would like to get into is some kind of sport that guarantees a hot time But then no doubt I had myself to blame. I did the same last year, and 1 suppose T'll be the same old fool next year again. xa. u. and lots of good fighting.” Here his friend suggests, * Why don’t you join a labor union and go on strike ?” semiss FROCKS has pretty roses on her cheeks,” remarked Mr. NO KICK COMING. Bunting. Mr, Roxe—* This portrait doesn't look like my wife at all.” «Yes; artificial roses,” added Miss Flypp. Artist—" 1 know it doesn’t, but it looks as she thinks she looks.” ll eriniin ee HOW ARTISTS AND POBTS USUALLY PICTURE THEIR WIVES. comicbooks.com