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Judge — November 12, 1910 — page 19: Judge, 1910-11-12

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The main cartoon satirizes women's fashion, specifically elaborate hats. A man responds to his companion's complaint about an obstructed view by suggesting the offending hat be trimmed "with a lawn-mower"—exaggerating the absurdity of the enormous, ornate hats women wore in this era. This was a genuine social irritant: large feathered and decorated hats were fashionable and notoriously obstructed theater and public viewing. The longer text piece ("Women and the Ballot") is satirical commentary on women's suffrage. Written from a mock-male perspective, it argues women already have power through wanting material goods (pony coats, rugs, pianos), so why want voting rights? The piece sardonically "concedes" women the vote—claiming men will happily surrender their ballots to stay home and mind children while women attend boring political meetings. The satire works by exposing male anxiety about female empowerment beneath claims of gallantry.

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She—"'So you don't like that bat in front of us? How would you like it trimmed ?"* He (savagely) —""With a lawn-mower !"" London Cpinion. ‘Women and the Ballot. The right of suffrage, as we understand it, is what every woman wants, next to a pony coat, a pale blue opera cloak, a serge suit, and adinner gown. There are other things she wants, too, such as a new rug for the dining-room, a high-priced electric | lamp for the library table, and a piano player. If she wasn’t all the time wanting something she wouldn’t be a woman. In fact, a woman wants something but to “do” the dishes or get up a midnight lunch for her husband's male friends, Those things she never wants to do. Just why a woman wants a pony coat or Stopped Short TAKING TONICS AND BUILT UP ON RIGHT FOOD. The mistake is frequently made of trying to build up a worn-out nervous system on so-called tonics -drugs. New material from which to rebuild wasted nerve cells is what should be sup- plied, and this can be obtained only from proper food. “Two years ago I found myself on the verge of a complete nervous collapse, due to overwork and study, and to illnes: family,” writes a Wisconsin young mother. “*My friends became alarmed because I grew pale and thin and could not sleep nights. I took various tonics prescribed by physicians, but their effects wore off shortly after I stopped taking them. My food did not seem to nourish me and I gained no flesh nor blood. “Reading of Grape-Nuts, I determined to stop the tonics and see what a change of diet would do. I ate Grape-Nuts four times a day, with cream, and drank milk also, | went to bed early after eating a dish of Grape-Nuts. “In about two weeks I was sleeping soundly. In a short time gained 20 pounds in weight and felt like a different woman. My little daughter, whom I was obliged to keep out of school last spring on account of chronic catarrh, has changed from a thin, pale, nervous child to a rosy, healthy girl and has gone back to school this fall. “Grape-Nuts and fresh air were the only agents used to accomplish the happy re- Read ‘‘The Road to Wellville,”’ in pack- ages. ‘‘There’s a Reason."’ Everread the above letter? Anew one appears from time to time. They are genuine, true, and full of human interest. the | a pale blue opera cloak we never could un- | derstand, any more than we can understand why she wants a new rug for the dining- room. Any one with half an eye can see that the present dining-room rug is all right. It’s been our dining-room rug for the last fifteen years, and, though it is a | trifle bare and sere in spots, nobody ever complained of the meals served on that ac- count. Wanting things is woman's chief forte, and gratifying her wants is a man’s chief occupation. If it wasn't for the things woman wants, man wouldn’t need to smoke five-cent tobacco in a twenty-five-cent pipe. He wouldn't have to wait for forty-nine- BOE hind them! What she wants to-day we would provide to-morrow, and so on to the end of time. And now, to show that our heart is in the right place, if she really wants the ballot and must have it and can't be happy with- | out it, we'll give her ours, She can have our right of franchise, with all its privi- leges. She may go to the political meet- ings in place of us, she may fill her lungs with the second-hand tobacco smoke and her ears with the bum oratory, and we'll stay home and mind the children. That's how we feel about it.—Detroit Free Press Knew His Business. Married or singl —*Married. Why?" Tailor—Then let me recommend my patent safety-deposit pocket. It contains a nious little contrivance that feels exactly like a live mouse.’’—Chicago News. A Woman's Privilege. “What is the latest thing in weddings?” “Generally it is the bride.”"—Baltimore American. Turn About. The man who has made a fortune some- times gets into society, and then society gets into him.—St. Paul Pioneer Press. Your Old Pipe. Wher your old pipe becomes too strong, you may easily remedy it by boiling it in milk for several hours, then giving it to the janitor.—Chicago Post. Another Handful. “Pierpont Morgan has the gri “What! On something else?’ town Telegram. THE SAME OLD TRICK. Student (in aeroplane) —'‘Here comes my tailor —Meggendorfer Blactier. cloud, cent shirt sales or half-off sales in hand-me- downs. If it wasn't for woman's wants there would be no ten-cent lunch counters for the busy man, no faded velvet collars on last year's overcoats, and no dollar hat stores. It's woman's wants that have created the two-ounce package of smoking for a nickel, the serve-self eating house, and the forty- nine-cent shirt. But we hold no ill will against woman for that. God bless her! Long may she be with us to cheer us in our hours of trial and share with us our hopes of victory! Here's to her and her wants! May we ever be able | to keep pace with them, or just a step be- I must get behind this | Biblical History Lesson. “What happened to Babylon?”’ asked the Sunday-school teacher. “It fell!”” cried the pupil. “And what became of Nineveh?” “Tt was destroyed!” “And what of Tyre?” “Punctured !"’—Cleveland Leader. Advertising That Doesn't Count. It pays to be honest, whether you adver- tise the fact or not.—Florida Times-Union Any One Can Do It. It doesn’t take a magician to make a dol- | lar look like thirty cents.—Boston Journal In answering advertisements please mention JUDGE, It will be apprecinted. comicbooks.com