Judge, 1912-08-03 · page 12 of 26
Judge — August 3, 1912 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Judge* contains several satirical pieces mocking early 1900s social conventions and modern trends: **"Carburetta"**: A poem mocking women in early automobiles. The satire targets the contradiction between fashionable motor-car aesthetics (goggles, furs, veiling) and the wearer's actual appearance—the joke being that elaborate driving costumes completely obscure the woman's face, which the poem suggests is intentionally necessary ("a face to stop a clock"). **"Modesty"**: A brief joke about generational differences, where a young woman worries her old-fashioned aunt will wear spectacles while swimming, but the aunt refuses to remove anything else, satirizing Victorian modesty standards. **"Only Passable"**: A rural comedy about a farmer's poor soil, played for laughs through the punchline that he can't even mortgage it—yet relies on canned goods rather than fresh crops. **Top photograph**: Captioned "And They Were Dummies at That," showing what appears to be domestic conflict, satirizing marital discord. The overall theme mocks new technology (automobiles), outdated social norms, and rural-urban divides.
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The Splash of the Sea. The sweeping foam, tipped by the sun, This modern nymph with jewelscovers, And flying Cupids, one by one Are messengers of seaside lovers. The maid, enraptured, knows her part In summer’s drama by the ocean. To such a beauty every heart Will for the season pay devotion. SS AND THEY WERE DUMMIES AT THAT. Angry wife—‘Aren't you ashamed of yourself, Silas! A man of your age and standing in the community !"* Carburetta. ARBURETTA is a beauty, there is no denying that, In her lovely motor-goggles and her lit- tle hooded hat; And I feel that 1 could love her with de- votion past compare When I see her in her ulster made of solid polar-bear. There’s no woman in the country, there's no woman in the town Quite as chic as Carburetta inher fetch- ing motor-gown; With her dainty sealskin mittens, fuzzy, soft and full of grace, And the heavy chiffon veiling that com- pletely hides her face. She's a picture rare and dainty in those wondrous motor-clo’es, And whene’er I see her in them I am minded to propose, For no Helen of the Grecians and no Venus of the Sea, Could present a fairer pic- ture than thus motor clad doth she. But alas, whene’er I start in on my wooing, then I pause, And somehow I cannot do it, and the reason is—be- cause Though she’s really such a beauty in her fetching motor-smock, Minus goggles, furs and chif- fon she’s a face to stop a clock! Horace Dadd Gast Modesty. The dashing young lady was anxious her aunt, who was rather old-fashioned, should look as presentable as possible in her bathing costume. “Surely, Aunt Ella,’’ said the girl rather cautiously, ‘‘you’re not going to wear your spectacles in the water?" “Indeed, I am,'’ replied her aunt. “Nothing shall induce me to take off another thing.” Only Passable. “Is the soil about this part of the country pretty good?” asked the sum- mer boarder. “Well, it ain’t good enough to raise a mortgage on,"’ replied the farmer as he opened a case of canned corn. Encouragement. There never yet was a wallflower that couldn’t be transplanted. A FUTURE PERIL OF THE ATR. A fall into the Big Dipper."" comicbooks.com