Judge, 1911-04-01 · page 8 of 24
Judge — April 1, 1911 — page 8: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
The three-panel cartoon at top satirizes superficial charity. A well-dressed gentleman encounters a lost, hungry child. In panels 1-2, he offers sympathy and directions (a map). Panel 3 reveals the joke: he gives the child a map to find their way home—materially unhelpful but allowing him to feel philanthropic without genuine sacrifice. The satire critiques wealthy donors who perform charity for appearance's sake rather than providing real assistance. The child remains hungry and lost; the gentleman maintains his self-image as benevolent. Below, miscellaneous humorous observations mock various social types: the "Real Idiot" who doesn't read *Judge* magazine; physician humor; and gender commentary on women's practical concerns versus men's intellectual pursuits. The page reflects *Judge's* satirical examination of class, pretense, and hypocrisy in Gilded Age American society.
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E PHILANTHROPY. 3, —— a map of the city, so 2. Kind old party—* Never that you can find yourself 1. Kind old party—" What are you crying i mind, don't cry, here's — about, my little man? Litle man —"* Boo-boo! and hungry." outside assistance in case of a general housecleaning at the Royal Palace similar to that which lately took place at the palace at Lisbon. His Majesty is very much attached to his throne and desires to take it with him wherever he goes, not so much for the intrinsic value which it may be said to pos- sess as for the family associ- ations linked to it. The Real Idiot. TH April fool? He grunts and groans, He has rheumatics In his bones, He's full of spleen And spite and grudge, And just because He don’t read Jupce! A Better Test. ye MAN is lying in a seemingly lifeless con- dition. “T can find no pulse what- ever,’’ says the physician who has been summoned. “Bring a looking-glass. We will place it against his lips and see if his breath is still in him.’” “Pardon me, doctor,’’ sug- gests a bosom friend of the unfortunate man; ‘‘perhaps a wineglass would work bet- ter with him.”” We 're lost ANOTHER KIND OF A BIRD. Stork—"* Huh! this ain't no job for me. traveling crane." ‘What they want is a again. I Arise To Remark OME self-made men look the part. A sermon is always preached to some one else. Too often our ideals prove to be ordeals. College graduates know everything — except how to make a living. A long head and a long face rarely go together. A cigar is like a woman's dress; you can never judge the filling by the wrap- per. Man’s most important aim in life is what he shall eat; what she shall Jame W. Babu woman's, wear. A Woman's Way. 66M Y DEAR,” says the bacteriologist’s wife, “did you remember to order the coal?’’ “Doggone it!"’ growls the bacteriologist. ‘Every time I count up to nine hundred and eighty-eight thousand three hundred and forty-five germs in this spoonful of milk, she comes in and inter- rupts me and makes me lose the count!’’ Closing the door with a slam, he begins again, ‘‘One, two, three,’’ etc. comicbooks.com