Judge, 1910-01-29 · page 6 of 16
Judge — January 29, 1910 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This Judge magazine page satirizes **woman suffrage** (the right to vote), a hotly contested issue in early 20th-century America. The main pieces mock suffragettes through condescension and dismissal. Lampton's poem suggests women shouldn't vote because their activism provides "interesting reading" and entertainment for men—implying women's actual grievances don't matter. Dyer's letter argues women belong in the home under male "protection," their minds unsuited for political logic. The cartoons reinforce this: one depicts suffragettes as violent ("She threw a brick at me!"), another references contemporary fraudsters **Paladino and Cook** to equate suffragettes with con artists. The page also includes unrelated jokes about marriage, golf, and colonial Africa—typical Judge filler. Overall, this reflects the era's mainstream male-dominated media opposition to women's political equality, dismissing advocates as either entertainingly foolish or dangerously aggressive rather than engaging with their arguments seriously.
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OUR LADY OF THE BALLOT. by WILLIAM J. LAMPTON H, WOMAN, troubling! Why should you feel distress Because no crown is given To suffragist success? The rest of us don’t want it, Though you may think we do, Because when y § We'll As now you fill the papers With wild, delicious news Of suffragettic capers, Without it we would lose Such interesting reading, That really we think Your triumph for the ballot Would put our joy gezink. So, ladies, please continue Your scrapping as you do, Because mankind, world-weary, Has so much fun with you. cease from WOMAN SUFFRAGE. by WALTER A. DYER DEAR Juvae—Are you or are you not in favor of woman suffrage? It seems to me th: the arguments in favor of it are fal- lacious. The theory is a fair-seem ing mirage, builded on a fabric of thistledown, which will not hold wa ter, but comes crumbling to earth when probed with the searchlight of logic. Woman's place is in the home, where the sweetness of her nature may illumine the lives of those about her with the fragrance of a consecration that makes her life one grand, sweet so It is for man to gird up his loins, plunge into the current of affairs, the fight the battle of the strong, holding over woman the sheltering cloak of protection that, like a great rock in a weary land, shall ward off all bitterness from her cup Ve Hoarensslbtiatiescdo and keep her unspotted from the corro- there on ime ! ing influences of party politics. * With tais gown? Well, I should hope wot!" J. Eliphalet Puddlestone. STUPID MAN! We'll never get “ Ds GAME of char his wife's you up some you tot lice; butif your Ids you up for a much la the next morning the end of a long hug, it is termed “ diplo- and counts in her favor. In this, as in other games of life, wives are usually al- lowed more privile than other outlaw lephone (NEVER WORRY ABOUT WHAT YOU HAVENT GOT (ait TH you get it~ Wen. worry, . HE trouble with stepping into dead men’s shoes is that they are generally too CAPTAINS OF INDUSTRY. fy CAROLYN WELLS F YOU were Paladino And I were Doctor Cook, We'd fool the learned ninnies, And gather in the guineas. Investigation keen, oh, Evade by hook or crook ; If you were Paladino- And I were Doctor Cook. STOLE! Aunt Hetty matter, Eben?” Uncle Eben—* Well, of all the brazen things I ever saw. This city paper has deliberately copied that patent medicine ad. about Si Hoskins being cured of influenzy by using Dopeman’s Pills that was in last week's Hardscrabble Clarion. ‘What's the AN APROPOS QUOTATION F DR. WATTS had ever met An up-to-date real suffragette, He would have said (as toastar), “ How I wonder what you are!"* A PRIMAL INSTINCT. “ ELL, Eve had one bless- ing,’’ sighs the woman. “She didn’t have to clean house.’” agrees the man. “But I'll bet a dollar she did, just the same.”” TRIOLET. (Not by a British statesman.) Y DASHING little suffra- gette— She threw a brick at me! Oh, playful is that bright co- quet, My dashing little suffragette! But how she hurt my knee! I loved her, and I love her yet, My dashing little suffragette! She threw a brick at me! NATURALLY. your husband go in for golf? she answers, ‘ He goes out for it.”” MARRIAGE. » in which the chances are about even. The man leads at first, but after leaving the altar he usually follows breathlessly in |. The rules are very confusing. If a masked player holds night at the end of a long gun, it is called “* robbery ’’ and en- 's the caller. 1 ae crest ROADMAKING IN DARKEST AFRICA big for us. ** Look out for the roller '* comicbooks.com i