Judge, 1911-01-28 · page 6 of 24
Judge — January 28, 1911 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several short humorous pieces targeting early 20th-century social trends and gender dynamics: **"For Women Only"** satirizes theatrical announcements, with "The New Baby" presented as a comedy—poking fun at how society treated childbirth as entertainment for women readers. **"Don't Cry, Little Girl"** mocks women's fashion anxieties, referencing the "hobble skirt" (a restrictive garment) and alluding to Reno divorces—contemporary shorthand for easy divorces, suggesting women shouldn't worry about fashion or relationships. **"When Godiva Went Riding"** jokes that the famous nude rider's modesty-respecting audience seems impossible—implying modern people are voyeuristic by nature. **"A Woman's Weapon"** presents a romantic complaint: being rejected via a woman's "shoulder blade"—treating feminine rejection as aggressive. The cartoon illustration shows a bathing scene with the caption "True Love," ironically depicting intimate domestic life. Overall, the page reflects early 1900s attitudes toward women's fashion anxieties, divorce, and romantic power dynamics.
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For Women Only HE Observing Bachelor hands * Jupce the following theatrical nouncement, + ing quite confident fe it will create more interest among its ., readers an- feel- . feminine 'e than’ the best dry- goods "‘‘ad.’? ever printed: Mr. Stork presents “The New Baby,’” A One-act Comedy, with Miss Nurse as Leading Lady. Don’t Cry, Little Girl. (With casual apologies.) By F. D. ABRAMS. ON’T ery, little girl, don’t ery! They have taken the puffs away; But the coming fad will be just as bad, Or worse than we have to-day. Don’t ery They ar know; But the next generations of Paris crea- tions Will give you much more to show. little girl, don’t ery! shelving the ‘hobble,’ I Don’t ery, little girl, don’t ery! Pale hues are a great relief. Just chi up and wait for the spring fashion plate— « You can deck like an Indian chief. Don’t ery, little girl, don’t ery! He’s a trifle too tame, that’s true; But you know, as we know, a trip out to Reno Will get you a hubby brand-new. The Skyward Pilot. Bewildered stranger (wandering about on seventh floor)—‘‘I wish to find the office of the Allegheny Mountain Club.” Nineteenth deputy assistant sub-janitor —‘‘Go to the second bank of elevators and take the third car; change at the tenth floor for the through express; change at the fiftieth floor for the local and get off at the fifty-third; follow the main corridor left to second, turn right to the eighth door on your left, number 53,664." Lovers. IME was, and not so long ago, They wandered through the grove. Now, when it blows and looks like snow, They hug the parlor stove. When Godiva Went Riding. HE MAN and the maid gazed at a picture of the Lady Godiva that hung in an art gallery. “Odd ’ the man observed. **Lady Godiva rode through the streets She wore no story of Coventry on a horse. clothes to speak of. Great sacrifice or something. The people thought so much of her that they closed their windows and didn’t look at her. I don’t remem- ber whether the story is historical or merely legendary."" “Did you say the people didn’t even peep?” ‘So the story goes."" “Then it’s maid ~=plie an event that comes as close as that to surely legendary impossibility. A Woman’s Weapon. Y BLEEDING heart her scorn has rued, Yet I lament the cruel maid Who shrugged her shoulder when I sued And cut me with her shoulder blade. How To Make Ink Spots Useful. Olive Oh, pshaw! I've made a blot on the letter I'm writing to George. Violet Just draw a ring around it and he'll think it’s a ki , ever mind, dear. In the Zoo. EPT the little kangaroo: “T've a pocket, but—-boo, he Ihave nothing in the world to carry in it!” Then the pol Gave the k And the w minute. —perfect gent !— ‘00 a cent, ing had an end that very TRUE LOVE “ Don’t luf you! Christine, ain’t I took a bath efery day, yust to be mit you?" comicbooks.com