Judge, 1913-03-08 · page 12 of 24
Judge — March 8, 1913 — page 12: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Judge* contains multiple short humorous pieces rather than a single unified cartoon. **"The Poacher"** (main illustration) shows a social-climbing young man bragging to visitors about his father's self-made success—not realizing he's merely inherited wealth and comfort ("the price of board and clothes / And frequent rubber tire"). The satire targets self-congratulation built on inherited privilege rather than personal merit. The remaining items are brief jokes addressing early 20th-century domestic life: wives' domestic authority ("Clean-up"), newlywed inexperience with cooking, nostalgia for traditional Irish culture being replaced by modern technology (the gramophone superseding the harp), workplace dynamics where an employee cleverly manipulates his boss into granting time off, and various quips about romance, compliments, and stinginess. The humor relies on wordplay and observations about social conventions rather than political commentary—typical *Judge* light satirical fare.
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Good Judgment. MONUMENT 80 fine he rears, His father good to laud. Thrift, industry, economy, Its letters big applaud. He's grateful, and should be, in sooth, The virtues of his sire Left him the priceof board and clothes And frequent rubber tire. And as he glides along at ease, He thinks, complacent quite, “Whatever other faults I have, I picked a father right!” |. Fanning A Clean-up. He—If I call pa ‘‘pop,’’ why can’t I call ma ‘‘mop"’? She—If you do, she'll wipe the floor with you, Not Big Enough To Go ‘Round. “One hundred ways to cook an egg,’’ read Mrs. Newlywed from a new cook book. ‘‘Oh, dear! I can only cook this egg once!’’ POACHER Superseded. The harp that once through Tara’s halls Sent forth its thrilling tone Neglected hangs on Tara’s walls— They've got a graphophone. LETTING HIM OUT. Employee—Mr. Hirem, my wife wants me to go shopping with her. Can I get off this afternoon ? Employer—Positively, no! We're too busy and can't spare you. Employee—Thank you; you are very kind, sir. SS SS SS = SSS Smelled Powder. HE smell of the powder was strong in his scent. Cried he, ‘It is war!’? Then to battle he went, The conquest was over! The maiden was his! The powder he smelled was the pink on her phiz. How about Lobsters? Fishing for compliments is about as productive as fishing for trout; you're so likely to land a crab. A Tightwad. Gerald—Pratley is an awful tight- wad! Geraldine—Is he? Gerald—I should say as muchl He won't even tell a story at hisown expense! Too Bad! Isn't it a pity that all lemons ean- not be converted into lemonade? comicbooks.com