Judge, 1912-11-09 · page 13 of 24
Judge — November 9, 1912 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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This page contains multiple brief humorous sketches typical of early 20th-century American satirical magazines. **"The Only Way"** (top): A speaker advocates appealing for women's suffrage through "charm, grace, and beauty"—satirizing the condescending male view that women must use feminine wiles rather than rational argument to gain voting rights. **"Changed"** and **"Home Early Now"**: These celebrate the modernized American farmer—no longer crude or rural, now sophisticated with automobiles, proper clothing, and educated children. The election joke mocks husbands using political meetings as excuses to avoid home. **"His Pen Name"**: A hotel clerk confronts a guest who registered as "No. 1,523"—revealed to be an ex-forger making a dark joke about his criminal past. **Various one-liners**: Hotel orchestras, taxi overcharging, and domestic banter represent typical Judge humor mocking modern manners, marriage dynamics, and urban inconveniences. The cartoons reflect upper-middle-class anxieties and amusements circa 1910s-1920s.
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THE ONLY WAY. Specker—"' The only way we can gain woman's suffrage is by making our appeal through our charm, our grace, and our beauty." Changed. N° LONGER does he say ‘‘Goldarn!”’ “Gewhittaker!"’ nor yet ‘*Con- sarn!’* Nor does he chew a wisp of straw, Or laugh with rasping‘‘ Haw-haw-haw!"” Or dress in clothes that do not fit, Or with fool schemes get often bit. He drives no shaggy, limping ‘‘skate’’; His motor car is up to date. His clothing now is in the style, Sophisticated is his smile. His wife wears costumes in the mode, And modern quite is his abode. His children all to college Oo, And system lets him pro- fits show. He works, and yet has time to play— This is the farmer of to- day. J. AW. Home Early Now. Mr. ‘Nitekey (mourn- fully) —‘‘I'm sorry the election is over.’’ Mr. Keynite—‘Why?”’ Mr. Nitekey—“‘No more political meetings —and I’ve run out of ex- cuses with the wife!”’ His Pen Name. “‘Here!’’ cried the hotel clerk, gianc- ing at the register where the new arrival had just scrawled ‘*No. 1,523."" ‘‘ What's the idea?” “Oh, I beg your pardon!’’ explained the ex-forger, as he corrected his social error. ‘‘That’s my pen,name.”’ Just a Noise. “Do they have music at this hotel?’’ **No; only an orchestra!"’ AN INGENIOUS EXCUSE. Patron—'* What took you so long with my eggs ?"" Waiter— Pardon the delay, sir; but they were mislaid."* He Wondered. “I wonder why old-fashioned people sometimes called a woman a ‘baggage’?”’ commented little Mr. Hennypeck. ‘I know I could never check my wife con- versationally, and I seriously doubt if I could do so in any other way, either.’’ The Retort Discourteous. Stranger (looking at the taximeter)— “Nine dollars and fifty cents! I told you I wanted to come in the most direct way, and I think you've been driving me round about !'” Cabby—‘‘Round about, eh? You ought to have hired an aeroplane!"’ Natural Curiosity. Mamie—'*‘Gladys had a decollete gown on last night that was held up by mere force of will.’’ Helen—** Will who?” Maternal Pride. Naomi had sent Ruth out into the barley field. “T shall certainly go down in history as the first match-making moth- er on record,’’ she solilo- quized, with satisfaction, comicbooks.com