Judge, 1912-08-10 · page 17 of 24
Judge — August 10, 1912 — page 17: what you’re looking at
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This page collects brief humorous anecdotes from international publications, reflecting early 20th-century social attitudes. The jokes target recognizable figures and situations: **Key themes:** - **Child logic**: A girl's innocent comparison of herself to a new baby exposes parental hypocrisy - **Class satire**: A schoolboy threatens to charge his father (a solicitor) consultation fees—mocking both legal profession costs and entitled youth - **Gender roles**: A suffragist orator's prediction about equal wages is undercut by a man's joke about Saturday night payday—suggesting wives expect spending money - **Marriage mockery**: A wife is told to take her husband's sleeping draught herself, implying nagging wives cause his exhaustion - **Fashion**: A pun about women's skirts never going "out" (becoming unfashionable) The contributions come from British (*Punch*, *Tit-Bits*), German (*Fliegende Blaetter*), and other European humor magazines, showing Judge's international scope. Humor relies on domestic situations, class consciousness, and contemporary anxieties about suffrage and marital discord.
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FROM OTHER Child Logic. “T wish I had a new doll, mamma.’’ “But your old doll,’’ her mother answered, ‘‘is as good as ever."’ “So am I as good as ever,”’ the little girl retorted, ‘‘but the doctor brought you a new baby.’*—Tit-Bits (London). What It Would Cost. —Master—-**Some- thing will have to be done about your behavior last term, I shall have to call and consult your father.’* Smith—*It'll cost you six and eight- pence. My pa’s a solicitor.""—London Opinion. \eerrenenr The Remedy. “Wot your pore ‘usband wants is rest. Wot's needed is a sleepin’ draught."” “When should you give it 'im?”’ “Oh, don’t give it to ‘im! Take it yourself !"’—London Opinion. He Knew When.—‘‘The time will come,’’ thundered a suffragist orator, “when women will get a man’s wages!" “Yes,"’ sadly muttered a man on the rear seat; ‘‘next Saturday night!"’ Tit-Bits (London). Skirting the Question. Schmidt—‘‘I wonder if these kirts will ever go out?"" hmidt—*Not with me!"’"—The Sketch (London). Bitte sehr!” iy “Have you a light? Thank you!’" —Meggendorfer Blaetter (Munich). Mrs. s¢ schon mehr- euermelder lesend: _Hias (who has been punished several times for malicious mischief, reading on the fire-alarm box, ‘Break the glass!"") ="No, no! You can’t fool me!""— Fliegende Blaetter (Munich). “Habt ihr fewer? The Flatterer. Aly (selecting very gaudy tie)—‘I rather fancy this one—or do you think it kills the face?”’ Shopman—"‘Not yours, sir! Your face has so much character, you'd be perfectly safe!""—Punch (London). The Sick Calf. “ Mit dem Kalb wird's immer schlimmer, Jochem —was machen wir, bis der Tierarzt hommt?"—"Es san noch zwei von den Pulvern da, die der Doktor rl, wie er im vorigen Jahr a’ Masern verschrieben hat—die kénnt'n wir ihm ja einstweilen geb'n !”” “The calf is constantly growing Jim, What shall we do until the veterinary comes?”” “We still have two of the powders the doctor gave to little Joe when he had the measles last year. We might give them to the animal while we wait."” —Fliegende Blaetter (Munich). comicbooks.com