Judge, 1910-07-16 · page 3 of 16
Judge — July 16, 1910 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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This "Summer Girl Number" satirizes the contrast between idealized and actual female beach appearance in the early 20th century. The top illustration shows an idealized beach scene. The story "Ye Summer Mayde" depicts a woman named Babette at the beach, portrayed romantically as graceful and attractive, inspiring male admiration. However, the bottom two panels mock this fantasy: "As It Is Pictured" shows an ethereal bathing beauty, while "As It Really Is" depicts the same woman as ungainly and awkwardly thin in her actual bathing costume. The joke targets contemporary magazine conventions that presented impossibly glamorous images of women. The satire suggests the gap between artistic fantasy and reality—a critique of how media representation distorted female bodies and beauty standards even in this era.
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Ye Summer Mayde. by HORACE DoDD GastIT T WAS very dark on the piazza. I Babette was sitting there alone —alone with her thoughts. She had danced until she was very tired, and, while her many admirers were engaged in getting her some cream and salad and lemonade, she had tiptoed out of the ballroom and thrown herself listlessly into the swaying hammock. The dreamy strains of the waltz floated out upon the evening air, and ina moment she found herself dozing off into a happy little nap, from which she was aroused by a sudden, impetuous kiss on the top of her wavy hair and a passion- ate demand. “Babette, sweetheart, Ihave found’) you at last! Do you—do you really love me?"’ cried a deep, masculine voice. AS IT IS PICTURED. ov AN EXPENSIVE PET AND JUST SWEET ENOUGH TO EAT. WA PETERaEN It was for the moment embarra: ing, for, as the speaker stood there, she could not make out his identity and the voice was not entirely famil- iar; but she soon recovered her equa- nimity and murmured softly, - “T don't know who you are," she said, snuggling her head back on the shoulder of the kneeling lover; ‘* but if you are Tom, or Bill, or Reggie, or Henry, or Jack, or Horry, or Howard, or Frank, I do, sweetheart—I do, fondly and devotedly."* *And you will be mine?” he cried hoarsely. “ Yes,"’ she replied simply alternate Thursdays during July and August, dear”? — “* And after that?” he pleaded. “That will depend, dearest,’’ she said, ‘For the present I am not making any bookings after Septem- ber first."’ AS IT REALLY IS, AFTER THE BATH comicbooks.com