Judge, 1913-04-12 · page 5 of 24
Judge — April 12, 1913 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Judge* magazine contains several brief satirical pieces and illustrations typical of early 20th-century humor. The main illustration at top shows a wealthy woman in an elegant gown speaking with a man, captioned "WITH A FAR-OFF LOOK"—a domestic comedy about travel aspirations. The text pieces include: - **"In Springtime"**: A poem mocking how servants' working conditions haven't improved despite modern conveniences - **"A Second Edison"**: A dialogue joke about a farmer claiming to have invented something - **"A Dark Plot"**: A humorous anecdote about club members scheming to prevent a friend from seeing his wife's new sables (furs) - **"As to Equines"**: A brief exchange about judging horses - **"A Journalistic Stunt"**: A quip about a photographer and police pursuit The humor relies on wordplay, domestic situations, and class-based comedy typical of the era.
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WITH A FAR-OFF LOOK He—1 wish | had money. I'd travel. She—How much do you need? A Sweeping Change IN SPRINGTIME, when the word she gave, Would I, her glad perspiring slave, The tacks pry out once more; T hauled, and rolled, and brushed, and beat, Then ‘putting down,’ would meet, And how a kiss made labor sweet When Flora swept the floor! Ah, me! From which you may infer Home's pleasures are not what they were In simpler days of yore; Science our joy domestic robs, And vacuum pumps now do the jobs We did with sentimental throbs, When Flora swept the floor. Frederick Mt Cracked China Maude—Congratulate me, Gladys! Harry has given me the keeping of his heart. Gladys—I'd advise you to handle it carefully and look well after the cement. Last month he told me I had broken it. * our heads A Second Edison Farmer—Yes, sir, that hired man of mine is one of the greatest inventors of the century. City boarder—You don’t say! did he invent? Farmer—Petrified motion, What Boren AS TO EQUINES Minnic—Are you a good judge of horseflesh ? Tillie don't know, my dear; I never ate any. A Dark Plot MEMBERS of a certain club in New York tell of a conversation that was heard to occur between two members just before Christmas. “Sam,” said one, ‘‘I understand from my wife that you and Mrs. Blank are to call upon us to-night.’” “I believe some such arrangement has been made,”’ said the other member. Whereupon the first member knit his brows in deep reflection and fidgeted nervously in his chair. “Sam,"’ said he finally, “I am going to ask a favor of you. Please do not let your wife wear her new sables. The fact is that, at this particular time, I don’t want my wife to see them.’’ “Why, Dick,’’ smiled the other mem- ber, ‘‘that was what we were coming for.’” A Journalistic Stunt Staff photographer—I've caught a snap- shot of the fleeing gambler! City editor—Good! Now take a time exposure of the police in pursuit. comicbooks.com