Judge, 1912-01-13 · page 10 of 24
Judge — January 13, 1912 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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**Top cartoon**: This satirizes immigrant communication difficulties in New York City. Six panels show a pedestrian repeatedly asking for "Bleecker Street" but receiving increasingly garbled, incomprehensible responses from immigrants speaking broken English. The final panel features someone shouting "Aw! Speak United States!"—the satire's point. This reflects early-20th-century American anxieties about foreign immigration and language barriers, mocking both the immigrants' accents and the native speaker's impatience. **Bottom story**: A contrasting generational commentary. Grandmother recalls courtship customs: parental investigation, modest announcements, domestic preparation (hemming, quilting), and simple married life. Granddaughter Geraldine dismisses these values—she wants hotels over homemaking, newspaper announcements over secrecy, and leisure over labor. The dialogue satirizes the "modern woman" as idle and materialistic, while also mocking grandmother's earnest self-sacrifice. The piece reflects Jazz Age debates about changing female roles and values.
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“CAN Vou TELL MC IF THis Is BLECKER STREET? * "Weir, waar plvou anew Agger teat? Lire im & orccryaueisar. Da cvtss Du wave to Tay my pune Trauay os SOMEBEDY WF In cone cer > Breexee Sree orav.” Ww “Ts twat Bueexer Street ?” *Scusare, Swnone? THE BABBLE OF BABEL. “Hey, Sonny! Tears Guetcer Srecer ISN'T IT?" peomts Aw! Speak YY, 4 \NTED a STATES! Grandmother and Geraldine. “ HEN John asked permission to pay his addresses to me, father investigated his character very care- fully before consenting,’ said grand- mother, “The first time Reginald called, I looked up his father in Bradstreet’s be- fore risking any further damage to the drawing-room furniture,’’ laughed Ger- aldine. “And when John asked me to marry him, I told him I would think it over. A girl didn’t throw herself at a man in my day."" “She doesn't now, either. When Reginald asked me, I said I would answer him as soon as my father saw his father and ascertained if he would make the right kind of a settlement on us." “For months father and mother were the only ones who knew that John and I were engaged. I wouldn't have had any- body know for worlds,’’ said grand- mother. “T sent the notice to the newspapers the next morning after Reginald pro- posed,’’ acknowledged Geraldine. ‘‘It requires a lot more nerve for a man to break an engagement after it has been announced.’” “‘As soon as we became engaged,"’ mused the elder lady, ‘I set to work By TERRELL LOVE HOLLIDAY. hemming towels and table linen. I had already pieced quilts and made comforts in anticipation of the day when I should have a home of my own.”” “It’s up to Reginald to provide the comforts of home, if we have one— which I hope we shall not. I prefer to live in a hotel,’’ asserted the younger woman emphatically. “John warned me that his board was seldom more than bacon and cornbread, but I was willing to share it with him.”’ nit: HASN'T GOT IT WITH HIM. Teacher (disgastedly)—"* My boy, my boy, where is your intuition ?”* Boy" Tain't gotany. I'm only here a few days, and I didn't know what I had to git.”” “T am willing to share Reginald’s board as long as he can afford to board where they keep a good chef."" “‘Sundays,"’ said grandmother, ‘*John saddled old Bess, put the pillion on be- hind for me, and we rode twenty miles to church."" “IT have promised Reginald that he may stay at home and read the Sunday supplements if he will provide a limou- sine for my church-going.’’ “*T wove the cloth and did all the sew- ing for myself and my six children,’’ said grandmother. **Women married, then, to get work,’” declared Geraldine. ‘*Now they marry so they can quit work."* “*Yes,'’ asserted the old lady, ‘‘the modern woman ‘toils not, neither does she spin.’ “I am acquainted with several who have to toil pretty hard and spin many fairy tales in order to work their hus- bands for a new gown. If Reginald turns out like that, I’ll renovate his ideas or Reno-vate him."’ “*At the pace we are traveling now, I don’t know where we shall land,’’ mourned grandmother. “Neither do I,’’ admitted Geraldine; “but the going is good. Why borrow a tire until you have a blowout?”’ comicbooks.com