Judge, 1911-11-04 · page 16 of 24
Judge — November 4, 1911 — page 16: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains a humorous sketch about a frustrated golfer trying to buy a "golf club" (the sports equipment) at what appears to be a department store in early 20th-century New York City. Two female saleswomen—Gladys and Mayme—deliberately misunderstand him, interpreting "golf club" as a location (Van Cortlandt Park, Long Island) or confusing "driving club" with vehicles on local roads and the Speedway. Their thick working-class dialect and intentional obtuseness frustrate the gentleman customer, who eventually storms off threatening to report them. The satire mocks both the pretensions of upscale golfers and the class gap between them and working-class shop employees. The secondary cartoons below joke about love and marriage, and celebrate coal-carrying as obsolete but respectable labor. The "Bugyville" reference appears to be a fictional locale used for satirical commentary on urban commerce and class relations.
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. Sit Xo stringin’ me, ain’tyou? You'll be say- in’ your horses is lef’ handed, next."’ “Ah, you don’t get me!"’ said the golfer. ‘‘What I want is a driving club."* “Well, for the land’s sake!’’ ex- claimed Gladys. ‘*What d'you think? The gen’l’man is lookin’ for a drivin’ club, Mayme. Them drivin’ clubs is all over on Long Island, ain’t they? Or up on the Speedway?’’ “My good girl,’’ said the golfer pa- tiently, ‘‘you do not get me at all! I mean a golf club.”” “Say, Mayme, I don’t believe the gen’l’man knows what he wants! First it was a drivin’ club, and now it’s a golf club. Where was that golf club you was tellin’ me about, Mayme?” “Van Cortlandt Park,’’ said Mayme, giggling. 1. The autoist coming this way—' THE WORLD'S CHAMPIONSHIP SERIES IN BUGYILLE. “Sure! That’s right!’’ said Gladys. “You wan‘a take the Sixt’ Avenue ‘L’ t’ the end of the line, and then take the Putnam Division’’—— “See here!’’ said the golfer, the least bit angry. ‘‘What I want is to buy a golf club’? —— “Gee!"’ said Gladys. ‘‘Well, it ain’t no use tryin’ to buy Van Cortlandt. That belongs to the city. I’m sorry we ain’t got no golf grounds in stock, but if I was you I'd go over on Long Island. Maybe you could pick up one over there. You wan‘a take the Thirty-sec’n Street car goin’ east’’. The golfer glared at Gladys, and Mayme giggled, and the golfer turned so red his mustache looked like a white gash. “I'll report this!'’ he said angrily. “I'll report this at once! I'll see Looks as if I can’t make it_—— THE IMPROMPTU ARCH. whether a man can’t be waited on in this store!’’ Gladys looked hurt. head. “There !’’ she said. ‘‘Ain’t that how it always is, Mayme? A gurl tries to be accommodatin’ to the trade and an- swers questions till she is blue in the face, and all the thanks she gets’’—— “T'll report this! The management shall know of it!’’ said the golfer, tak- ing up his club bag. Gladys glanced over her shoulder. Bud was coming from the service elevator. “Report?” she said sweetly. ‘You want to see the complaint desk. Take the elevator to the sixth floor’’—— But the golfer was gone. She tossed her SECOND SIGHT. “ Was it a case of love at first sight ?"” “No, second sight. The first time he saw her he didn’t know she was an heiress."’ Still Useful. OD OF our fathers, borne of old— Most times alone, sometimes in pairs— * Wherein, whene’er the days turned cold, They carried coal up cellar stairs— Where are you at, where are you at? You're serving now as madam’s hat! TH place to look for pretty girls should be Belleville, N. J. comicbooks.com