Judge, 1909-12-04 · page 10 of 48
Judge — December 4, 1909 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This satirical poem by Albert Bigelow Paine mocks the transformation of a bride from cultured woman to domestic drudge. **The narrative:** Laurence marries "lovely Nan," who initially pursues refined interests (playing piano). He buys her a cookbook to teach her "a hundred simple things to cook," expecting modest domestic contributions. **The irony:** Nan becomes *obsessed* with cooking, abandoning all other pursuits. She cooks constantly—"from morn till dewy evening fell"—reducing herself to kitchen labor alone. Her new aspirations are limited to cooking techniques ("soufflés," "mayonnaise"). **The satire's target:** The joke critiques both the limited expectations for married women and the consequences of male condescension. By giving his wife a cookbook as self-improvement, Laurence inadvertently traps her in domestic servitude rather than elevating her. **The moral:** Romance dies when women are confined to the "frying-pan"—a commentary on how marriage could diminish women's lives and potential in early 20th-century society. The illustration "Amateur Night" (showing an awkward couple on a couch) appears to depict marital discord resulting from this dynamic.
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