Judge, 1911-03-18 · page 18 of 24
Judge — March 18, 1911 — page 18: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three unrelated humorous sketches typical of Judge magazine's social satire: **Top cartoon**: Two men observe an "outdoor sleeping bunk" (likely a homeless shelter or tramp lodging). The joke appears to mock either the poor conditions of such facilities or the discomfort middle-class observers feel contemplating poverty. **Middle story**: A domestic comedy about a man named John Scott who sits on coal while holding a puppy to his chest, throwing coal pieces at a furnace. His wife discovers him covered in coal dust and weeping, and suspiciously assumes he's been drinking at his Petonic Club banquet. The satire mocks both sentimental male sentimentality over dogs and wives' skepticism of their husbands' excuses. **Bottom vignettes**: Three short romantic/social jokes playing on misunderstandings: a suitor's shoe-size comment mistaken for romance; a woman's cynical response to a kiss request; and a student's answer about "the power of the press" being "cider, courtship, and politics" (suggesting these topics dominate newspapers). The overall tone is gentle domestic mockery of middle-class life.
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THE POINT OF VIEW. “ Look, Bill, there 's one of them outdoor sleeping bunks."’ “* Woo-o, it 's enough to give a feller the shivers to think of it. furnace, but he saw that he was likely to do so any minute if he continued to fool with the scoop. There was but one way to get the coal into the furnace without cremating the pup. So John Scott proceeded in that way. He sat on the coal and held the pup in his lap and threw the coal, piece by piece, at the furnace door. And this was the only basis for Mrs. John Scott's unjust suspicion that John Scott had taken more than one cocktail at the Petonic Club banquet. She came to the head of the cellar stairs to see what was bombarding the tin sides of the furnace, and she saw John Scott sit- FIGURES NEVER LIE, BUT HERE IS ONE EXCEPTION. ting on the coal in his shirt sleeves, weeping over the affection of the pup, and throwing coal at the furnace with his left hand, while the pup nestled in- side his dress waistcoat and kissed his face. And she accused him of having taken more than one cocktail! But a woman never knows how the affection of a canine affects a tender- hearted Petonic Club banqueter. The love of a dog for its master will touch the heart of the strongest man. YOU CAN always tell when persons have been eating onions—because they will speak of it, An Incident. E TOOK her little hand in his. Ivory in its whiteness, and in its perfection of form as beautiful as though from the immortal chisel of Phidias, her hand lay in his for the moment. The ta- pering fingers, pink-tipped, flutter- ed for an instant. Give me a snug barn."” He looked into her eyes and mur- mured, “You wear a six and a half. color do you prefer, miss?"’ What 66QZIVE me a kiss!” pleads the suitor of the lovely daughter of the eminent philanthropist. “T will,” she replies thoughtfully, “on condition that you raise three more within five minutes.”’ No Chance About It. ee I 'M AWFULLY sorry it happened!"’ apologizes the abject young man, after the stolen kiss. ‘Happened!’ she exclaims. ‘* Hap- pened! That is worse than the kiss! If you mean to say to me that you didn’t have it in mind when you asked me to stroll away back here in this quiet cor- ner of the conservatory, I shall be of- fended, after all.’’ Three Manifestations. 66\WJOU MAY give three important il- lustrations of the power of the press,’’ says the teacher to the class. The pupil who has not hitherto distin- guished himself is first to repl “Cider, courtship, and polit comicbooks.com