Judge, 1910-08-13 · page 6 of 16
Judge — August 13, 1910 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This page contains satirical humor typical of early 20th-century Judge magazine. The main pieces include: **"A Possible Explanation"**: A humorous essay lamenting that modern pies don't match "mother's" homemade version. The satire targets nostalgic complaints common among men across professions (lawyers, clergymen, poets, etc.). The author's tongue-in-cheek conclusion: modern mothers are too busy playing bridge to bake properly—a jab at the leisure activities of middle-class women. **"Our Modern Milkman"**: The cartoon satirizes the proliferation of commercial delivery services and pre-packaged goods, showing an impossibly overstuffed milk cart labeled "SILAS CHAWK MILK" packed with goods. The caption mocks the modern convenience culture, questioning whether having everything delivered will make life "too easy." **Minor pieces**: Brief wordplay items ("Wireless" stock jokes, riddles) and a poem mocking a Venus painting in a seaside hotel bar. The page reflects anxieties about modernization, commercialization, and changing domestic life in the early 1900s.
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“HE WAS AN EXPERT SWIMMER." To Aphrodite. Arithmetic for “ Wireless” Stock- A Mystery Solved. Lines to cafe painting of Venus. By WALTER BEVERLY CR. Here in seaside hotel, Wireless +‘*Water’’=Great expectations. holders. «« DAPA,” said little Harry, ‘I believe OT by the sounding sea, 'ELEGRAPHY = Great invention. _, that the man in the moon is a police- Chant I with waves to thee; Telegraphy - Wire = Opportunity. man. “* Why?” inquired his father. Here in bar-room you dwell, Wireless —‘*Water’’=Stung! “Because,” Harry explained, “ you can Framed in bright gold, you ’re swell, Poised on an old half shell, Painted by——who can tell ? , . never see him unless the moon is full.’” Can’t See the Point. _ _ Ob, Aphrodite, out of the mighty SOME people make a practice «© THAT'S the meaning of‘ R. S. V.P.'2”" Deep quite a“ sighty,”” Where is your “ nighty '"? Comstock should tell. A Possible Explanation. By HORACE DODD GasTiT. T APPEARS to be a sad fact that nobody nowada: can make such pies as‘ mother used to make. Inall parts of the country we hear the same com- plaint—in Maine as well as in Mississippi, in Flori- da ag well as in California, Everywhere you go you will hear men of all professions repeating the same direful verdict—clergymen, lawyers, poets, butchers, bakers, candlestick-makers, barons of fi- nance, captains of industry—all lamenting the de- cadence of the pie. They do not tell us wherein the pie of to-day is deficient—whether it lacks resilience, is deficient in solidarity, is devoid of the enduring qualities that made the ancient pies as imperishable as the immortal hills; they simply taste, sigh, turn their heads away, and murmur, ‘Good, yes, but not like mother used to make." Why is it, we wonder? Has woman's deftness of touch gone? Is your mod- ern woman not 80 good a mixer as her foremothers? Have we become so surfeited with pastry that the pies do not taste the same? Is there anything the matter with the raw materials used—the apple, the rhubarb, the golden pumpkin, the squash, or the huckleberry? Is there anything wrong with our sugar, milk, and flour? We have thought about it long and anxiously, and we do not think it is any of these things. Our women of to-day are us deft as ever their mothers were, and sugar still is sugar, just as apples are apples, and the luscious huckle of the berry whortles on as sweetly as of yore. We are impelled to believe that the real cause is that the modern mother is kept too busy playing bridge to have much time for pie. Of sitting on a cactus. There's nothing in a fad like that “Refreshments served very That ever could attract us. OUR MODERN MILKMAN. “* Won't it be just too easy for anything when we have our milk served to us like this ?"*