Judge, 1913-05-10 · page 10 of 24
Judge — May 10, 1913 — page 10: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains multiple short humorous pieces typical of early 20th-century satirical journalism: **"The Girls of Yesterday"** is nostalgic social commentary lamenting how modern women have changed. The poem mourns the loss of modest, domestic "girls of yesterday" who baked pies, contrasting them with current "gay old girls" who wear rouge, tight corsets, and artificial hair pieces ("golden rat"). It's conservative social satire about changing gender roles and female independence. **"The Struggle for Business"** presents a traveling salesman's futile pitch—he tries selling ash sifters to a woman who uses gas heating, then asks about her husband smoking. The joke reflects early advertising and consumer culture shifts. **The other brief pieces** ("An Authority," "The Loser," "Queer," and "What of the Night?") are scattered humor items typical of the magazine's format. **The top illustration** shows figures in formal dress with exaggerated gestures, likely satirizing social behavior, though the specific reference remains unclear without additional context.
📄 Transcribed text from this page (OCR, searchable)
Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
SOCIAL HI To avoid rear-end collisions amd much damage to trains in case of sudden stops, why not adopt this signal? The Girls of Yesterday THE GIRLS of yesterday! Oh, . Where are the girls of yesterday? The girls who wore the gingham frocks, In gardens fringed with hollyhocks; Who baked the juicy cherry pies That wafted breath of Paradise To mere expect- ant man? Will some one tell me where, I pray, They’ve gone —the girls of yesterday? Are these gay matrons we behold The modest maids of days of old? These gay old girls with lobster taste, With lips berouged, forms tightly laced, These peeresses of man? Alas! their golden hair is gray— The vanished girls of yesterday; And they have left us but the theme Of an old-fashioned, springtime dream. Their hair is gray, but, over that, They're wearing now a golden rat— The gay old girls to-day! Frank Hurbart O'Hare. It is well enough to drink inspiration if the drink be not mixed with alcohol. The Struggle for Business «s] AM selling ash sifters,’’ began the smiling agent, when the front door of 526 Crown Avenue was opened. “Well, you won't sell no ash sifters here,’’ declared the conclusive-looking woman who confronted him. ‘‘We don’t need no ash sifters; we burns gas.”” “But, madam,"’ cried the man, with entreating earnest- ness, as the door started to close, “doesn’t your hus- band smoke?"’ An Authority ““A woman,” re- marked Old Batch, “may doubther hus- band’s word often, but the traveling peddler's never."? The Loser He speculated till he blew His money. He is melancholy. He’s only one thing now to do, So speculates up- on his folly. Queer A FELLOW'’S bound to wear a frown when, on his way to work uptown, in crowded car he has to ride, where comes a jolt from ev’ry side. But when to ball. game he starts out, you find that he’s a diffrent scout. On bottom step he takes a place, with smiles aplenty on his face. Leslie Van Every. ““WHAT OF THE NIGHT?" New recruit—Post number one. Twelve o'clock, and all 's well except 2 man in the first tent. comicbooks.com