Judge, 1911-02-18 · page 18 of 24
Judge — February 18, 1911 — page 18: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century American humor: **"Help Wanted"** shows a suffragette with a dog, mocking women's suffrage advocates by suggesting they're unfit for traditional domestic roles. **"Maidenly Indecision"** satirizes young women's anxieties about propriety—a woman agonizes over the correct salutation when writing to a man, reflecting period social conventions about gender interaction and letter etiquette. **"The Happy Ending"** appears to be a melodramatic sketch about a woman threatened with a knife, though the punchline references "chops" (meat), suggesting domestic cooking rather than violence. **"No Rest for Him"** jokes that a man's economic troubles persist—his wife no longer demands fancy clothes, but now his children do, making life equally expensive. Minor items include verse about customs inspections and editor commentary rejecting poorly-written poetry submissions. The humor throughout reflects anxieties about women's changing social roles, consumer culture, and domestic economics during this era.
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HELP WANTED. Mr. Suffragette—* 1 wonder if that setter would like to take this job on the eggs for a while ?"” Maidenly Indecision. ITH quick, birdlike move- ments, the beautiful young creature writes: “Mr. John B. Squig; “Bellefontaine, O."" Then she pauses and considers. How shall she continue? Shall she write, “Dear Mr. Squiggs,"’ “My dear Mr. “Dear sir’’—or what? this is an important matter. And this was the first time she had ever had occasion to write to Squiggs. Peo- ple are so apt to misconstrue the inner meaning of the superscription of a letter written by a young woman—a handsome, unmarried young woman. “I don’t know how to begin it, sighs, Then she turns to her employer and asks, “How do you want me to address this she man Squiggs, Mr. Goomph?”’ Amateur Singers, Take Note. OB BURNS declared "twould free us To see ourselves as others see us. But from few cares, methinks, 'twould clear us To hear ourselv from care s others hear us! Notice to Contributor. = DESIRE to inform th mous author of a poem recently in which an at- W nony- submitted to this offic tempt is made to rhyme majolica with trolley car, that if he will call upon us at his own convenience we will present him with the most beautiful jar that has ever been known in the history of the world’s famous brick-a-brac, with the accent on the brick. A POLE-VAULTER—Commander Peary. The Happy Ending. RAISED the shining knife; his The woman before H® face was dark. him shrank back a step. The knife fell, plunged into the flesh, again, and once again. Then “Thr chops."” thickly, such big the plenty; woman spoke they're Just a Jingle. ING a song of customs, Baggage crammed with stuff; Four and twenty trunkfuls Packed to work a bluff. When the trunks were opened, Hands began to probe— Wasn't there a dainty catch To set before a Loeb! No Rest for Him. oe UT YOU surely ought not to com- plain now,’ we say to our friend who has been telling us what it costs to live. **You used to swear beca your wife had to have as elegant hats and dresses and things as the neighbors, but you say she has now reached the age where she is content to settle down at home and have no more to do with the he moans; ‘‘but now it’s the children, Every one of them thinks he or she has to dress as well as the neigh- bors’ children. Man, it’s six times as bad as it used to be OME men never think of their consti- tutions until it is too late to amend them with any degree of success, WILL HOLD THEM Acrobatic bug—"* Hey, Mr. Spider, we ‘Il give you six seeds to spin your web under our trapeze. We need a net.”’ comicbooks.com