Judge, 1908-02-01 · page 7 of 18
Judge — February 1, 1908 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from the satirical magazine *Judge* contains multiple unrelated pieces typical of early 20th-century humor publications: **"His Answer to Her"**: A romantic poem where a man responds to a woman's question about what he'd do if she left, promising devotion—sentimental Victorian courtship humor. **"Heaven"** and **"Both Guilty"**: Poems and a domestic joke playing on tired themes: heaven's nature, and a child asking why mother's hair is graying (implying the child causes stress). **"Old Saws Re-sawed"**: Cynical rewrites of common proverbs, mocking conventional wisdom with modern skepticism—commentary on how dated advice fails contemporary life. **"How Lucky for Them!"**: A pun-based joke about corn harvests and chiropodists (foot doctors), relying on wordplay for humor. **"Suburban Life in America"**: A sketch showing rural/suburban life, with a man taking a "milk-punch" (alcoholic drink)—likely satirizing country gentlemen imitating urban sophistication. The page blends sentimental poetry with cynical social commentary, typical of *Judge*'s satirical approach to American culture.
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