Judge, 1913-05-03 · page 11 of 24
Judge — May 3, 1913 — page 11: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains two unrelated stories from *Judge* magazine, not political cartoons. The left column, "Getting a Line on the Newcomers," is a humorous anecdote about children meeting neighbors. One girl asks another her name and family history, learning the previous residents (the Berrys) were chronic borrowers. It's gentle social satire about how neighborhoods evaluate newcomers based on reputation. The right column, "Each One Bearing Gifts," is a short story by Leslie W. Quirk about a writer visiting a poor rural family in Appalachia (a "hollow"). Each family member proudly displays a possession—a crayon portrait, embroidered scarf, pearl beads, silk stockings—attempting to impress the visitor. The twist: when finally asked what he has, the ignored young boy announces he has scarlet fever. The humor lies in the family's embarrassing attempt at respectability undermined by the boy's honest revelation of poverty and hardship. Neither contains overt political satire.
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TH WRECK OF THE Getting a Line on the Newcomers eeRECENTLY w had me ina rb of the natio 1 an amusing instance of the art- childhood, one little girl, on the next porch, ently « ed in cultivating the ac- ance of another little girl, omer in the borhood, The secor » girl was romping. on the porch of the third house from me. “Elizabeth,"? was the unswer shouted back “What's yours?"” “Louise. The name of the people that lived in that hou you was Berry. “Our nam arker “Ours is Taylor. You didn’t know the B rys, d Ne “They were something awful for borrowing. They used to be sending over to our house all the time for everything you could imagine. Your folks don’t do that, do they?” Whereupon Louise turned and shouted up to hi other, at the story window, they don’t, mamma,"* GOOD SHIP “HONEYMOON” «Each One Bearing Gifts” P IN New York St Mr. Leslie W. Quirk, the writer of boy stories, was tramping through one of the ‘hollows’? when he came across a more than usually dilapidated house. who was smoking his pipe at the door- step invited him in. The shack was swarming with children—all girls, except one red-faced little boy. Sudde: and without warning, the man of the house brought from its draped easel large crayon portrait of himself. “Here's what I've got,’’ he said. The mother now came forward with a curi- ously and wonderfully embroidered scarf. “Here's what I’ve got.”” Before the visitor’s admiration had a chance to cool, the eldest daughter exhibited a string of imitation pearl beads, and the second daugh- ter a pair of white silk stockings. Things were coming thick and fast, when Mr. Quirk noticed that, as often as the little boy hed forward to say something for himself, as sedulously jerked back out of the circle. Moved by the author's instinct for some fresh light on the ideals of boyhood, he reached out an arm and drew the little fellow to his knee. **And what have you got, my little man?” “I've got scarlet fever!"" he proudly said, comicbooks.com