Judge — January 20, 1912 — page 3: what you’re looking at

What you’re looking at

This page features an elegant illustration of a fashionable woman in Edwardian-era dress, wearing a distinctive wide-brimmed hat with a large feather plume. The accompanying verse expresses a romantic sentiment about gloves: "The glove that doth thy hand impress / Unchecked may squeeze that member tight. / And knowing this I must confess: / To be thy glove would be delight." The satire appears to be **romantic/flirtatious rather than political**. It's a genteel love poem with a cheeky premise—the speaker wishes he could be the glove touching the woman's hand. This exemplifies Judge's frequent use of sophisticated humor for its educated, upper-class readership. The detailed, admiring portrait of the fashionable woman suggests this may also subtly mock contemporary romantic idealization of feminine elegance.