Judge, 1909-03-27 · page 11 of 24
Judge — March 27, 1909 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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This Judge magazine page contains three satirical pieces about fashionable society: **"Problem of the Clubman"** (top): A humorous poem mocking men's obsession with matching their clothing to their hair color. The joke culminates in ridiculing bald men—if they have no hair to coordinate outfits with, what will they wear? This satirizes the vanity of well-dressed clubmen who carefully curate their appearance. **"What They Call Their Loves"** (middle): A punny wordplay list where professions are matched with romantic terms. A florist loves a "daisy," a dyer is "pink of perfection"—clever but lightweight humor typical of the era. **"The Moths and the Flame at the Club Musical"** and **"Ladies Day...When New York Goes Dry"** (bottom illustrations): These appear to reference Prohibition-era social life, likely satirizing the absurdity of upscale clubs adapting to alcohol bans, with women now attending previously male-dominated spaces. The "moths to flame" imagery suggests women attracted to these venues. The overall tone mocks upper-class pretension during the Prohibition period.
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PROBLEM OF THE CLUBMAN. men will wear suits that ‘Sartorial Keview.| N FASHION’S lists, none will deny, Oh, woman, most divine, Since Eve one day her apron wrought, You've tricked out wondrous fine; And man, without a ghost of show, Although he did his best, Has felt himself a conquered lord, No odds how well he dressed. But now, ‘The In keeping with his hair. So look well to your laurels, dears, For each good knight is bold, And suddenly may take the prize You do so surely hold. Behold them on their dress-parade ‘The black, the blonde the gray, And those who own the rufous ** thatch"? In glorious arra ‘The brown, the chestnut, and the dun, Also the grizzled wight Decked in their vari-colored togs, ‘They are a stunning sight! But, hold!—surely I quite forgot! What will his fortune be Whose hirsute covering, alas! Is just a memory ? Though he must join this fleeting: show, It puzzles me, 1 swear, To know, he having naught to match, What will the fellow wear? WHAT THEY CALL THEIR LOVES. FIREMAN—a flame. A milliner—a beau, A candy-sto er—my swee A fruit dealer—my peach, A bird fancier turtle dove. A dyer—pink of perfection. Asportsman—deer. A florist- my daisy. An investor—mine. ‘THE MOTHS AND ‘THE FLAME A’L ‘THE CLUB MUSICAL. LADIES DAY AT ‘THE CLUB WHEN NEW YORK GOES DRY comicbooks.com