Judge, 1910-04-30 · page 6 of 16
Judge — April 30, 1910 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page satirizes the chaos of moving day in New York City, particularly among wealthy residents relocating to London. The large central illustration depicts the mayhem of "moving back to London town"—suggesting affluent New Yorkers abandoning the city, with furniture vans, displaced belongings, and confusion everywhere. The surrounding text offers related domestic humor: poems about "migratory motions" and nomadic disruption; jokes about hatpins (a women's fashion controversy of the early 1900s); and a "familiar quotations" section listing the bewildered questions a husband asks upon returning home during moving chaos—broken mirrors, missing razors, dirty children. The satire targets both the mobility of wealthy Americans (fleeing to Europe) and the domestic disorder inherent in such relocations. The multiple short pieces reinforce the theme of upheaval and dislocation across social classes.
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AN ACROSTIC, Migratory motions Of overflowing Vermilion vans, Indicating inherent Nomadic notions, Gradually growing. Domestic demoralization And adjustments anew are Yours yearly. THE MAY POLE. ANDS all around! In a merry can-can! For May Day has come, And the furniture van! JUDGE ONLY SOLUTION. Ted—'* What do you think of the agitation against the dangerous hatpin 2" Ned—'* Women will never give them up until they 're convinced their hats would look prettier tied under the chins with ribbons.”” WOMEN WILL BE LOGICAL. Mrs. Hoyle—* Don’t you think my boy is growing?” Mra, Doyle—* Yes; he is pretty large for his mother’s age.” 8 hie sacrifice hit that helps some one else along is often as valuable in life as on the baseball diamond, df FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS. WHERE is my razor? And where do I sleep? And who put those pictures Down there in a heap? Where is the table? ‘And what's in that tub? And how are we ever To get any grub? Who broke that new mirror? And who smashed the lamp? My eyes! but you're dirty! You look like a tramp! What's wrong with the baby? I’m all out of breath! And, gee! what a circus! I'm tired to death! H.A.PETERSEN = NEW YORK'S GREATEST MOVING DAY—MOVING BACK TO LONDON TOWN. comicbooks.com