Judge, 1908-07-25 · page 7 of 16
Judge — July 25, 1908 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three humorous short stories satirizing early 20th-century American social anxieties: **"Making It Homelike"** (top): A city visitor complains about rural quiet, prompting locals to explain their simple pleasures—a joke mocking urban pretension and disconnect from country life. **"Desperate Remedies"** (middle): A hotel guest stages an elaborate nighttime escape using rope and disguise to avoid a planned social outing (a "straw ride"). The satire targets young men's desperation to evade mandatory social obligations and awkward courtship situations. **"Like Mother Used to Make"** (bottom): A newlywed bride serves inedible muffins made with modern adulterants (oleomargarine, cold-storage eggs, alum, chalk). When the husband praises them as tasting like his mother's, she reveals she used adulterated ingredients—satirizing both the "pure food" debate and the common complaint that modern processed foods were inferior to traditional cooking. These stories reflect Progressive-era concerns about food safety, social expectations, and rapid modernization.
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