Judge, 1908-01-25 · page 5 of 16
Judge — January 25, 1908 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Judge* magazine contains several brief humorous pieces satirizing early 20th-century urban life: **"Monologue"** mocks a Central Exchange operator fielding complaints about a wife at an insane asylum who's causing domestic chaos. **"Too Good to Be True"** depicts a landlady pressuring an artist tenant for overdue rent. **"An Annoying Error"** satirizes a newspaper's embarrassing typo claiming a "prominent society man" was held up by "highwaymen and robbed on his vegetables" instead of "valuables." **"Poor Critter"** jokes about a husband being critically ill. **"We're Coming to It"** features two working-class men discussing optimism despite hardship—reflecting Depression-era sentiment about better times ahead. The cartoons use sharp, satirical dialogue typical of *Judge's* social commentary on everyday middle and working-class frustrations.
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BENEDICK'S BREAK. MONOLOGUE HIS Central? Hello! Give me the in- sane-asylum, please. Hello, Insane Asylum! Will you please send’ out and get my wife? Pardon? Oh, yes; bad case. Yes; terrible, Well, she's out in the kitchen with gloves on, cutting up meat with the scissors and peeling onions under water. And a while ago I saw her in front of the mirror, going through the most dia- bolical facial contortions Lever saw. Oh, it was horrible! Send the wagon as quick as you can, Yes; there's lots of other things she does—puts all kinds of things on her face, and lies down on the floor and squirms around, Yes; hurry, please.” LATER. “Hello, Central! Give me Insane TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE. Asylum again, please. Quick! Hello, In- THe LANDLADY—"* Look here! I'm tired of running to you for my rent NGlin Why al aha wars dl This is the last time I ask you for it."" sane Asylum! Why—er—that was a mis- Arist Loocer—"" Good! Is that a promise?" take a while ago, It seems— Yes; the lady is all right. Yes; my mistake. Sor- AN ANNOYING ERROR. ry—very sorry indeed to have troubled you, “THAT was a very annoying typographical error that crept into the Yes; she’s been reading the + Household Hints’ and «How To Be Papers the other day, telling how a prominent society man | Beautiful,’ and all that, you know, in the advice-column of the Ladies’ been held up by highwaymen and “robbed of his watch and other Magazine, you know. Yes, that’s all. Good-bye !" vegetables.” ‘The editor has come out with an explanation that the last word was not vegetables, but valuables. POOR CRITTER! 66] HEAR that your husband is critically ill, Mrs. Tiff,” said Mr, RUBBERY, A TRUIT-CAKE which weighed just a tb Ca ct as they passed it arb, Gummey. «Yes; he is. He criticises the doctor, and he criticises the nurse, and he criticises me. Oh, he’s critically ill all right. . WE'RE COMING TO IT. + Oj hear they do be sindin’ messages now widout woires er poles. Faith, it's wondherful toimes we're livin’ In, Dinnis!" “itis, Moike, Shure, th’ way things Is goin’ we'll be able t’ thravel widout lavin’ home wan av comicbooks.com