Judge, 1913-05-10 · page 9 of 24
Judge — May 10, 1913 — page 9: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several satirical pieces reflecting early 20th-century American attitudes: **"The Davenport"** (top): A visual gag about perspective—the furniture piece appears dramatically elongated to an anxious woman but normal-sized to a bashful man, likely joking about how emotional states distort perception. **"No Discrimination"** (right): Satire on post-Reconstruction Southern politics. A Black man asks a newly elected congressman for a job "blackin' boots" at the statehouse, requesting the same pay as legislators. The joke targets Southern corruption—suggesting state legislators were themselves getting meager, questionable compensation. **"A Ticklish Task"** and **"Same Principle"** (bottom right): Brief quips about changing fashions (women's boxing) and generational consistency (money management). **"Love's Torments"** (bottom left): A woman is heartbroken that a fortune-teller predicted she'd marry a tall, handsome nobleman—not the short, homely bricklayer she actually loves. The overall page uses humor to comment on social hierarchies, political corruption, and romantic absurdity typical of Judge's satirical approach.
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As it looks to the anxious young lady. As it appears to the bashful young man. THE DAVENPORT A Suggestion No Discrimination «¢}HOW DID that young architect come out, Slithers?” A\ SOUTHERN statesman, now a member of Congress, tells asked Dubbleigh. of the negro view of politics still entertained in certain “Oh, we had to fire him—he bungled everything,” said sections of the South. Slithers. “‘Marse Tom,” once said an old darky to aw “Why didn’t you put him in charge of your bungalow de- this gentleman, ‘I hears yo’ gwine to jine 5 partment, then?’’ suggested Dubbleigh. in dis race for Governor.” C x 6) fl ““Dick,’’ said the statesman, ‘I Sty have given the matter no thought.’” © Dick scratched hishead. ‘Well,"” he continued, ‘‘ef yo’ does run, Marse a Tom, and yo’ does git elected, don’t forgit me. I wants a job.’ And he grinned broadly. “What job would you like?” “Well, suh, I'd jest like to black boots roun’ de State house.”” “And what would you expect for that service?” “Oh, ‘bout four dollars a day, Marse Tom. Four dol- lars a day would be reasonable. Dat’s what de yuther legislators gits.”” A Ticklish Task “St. Louis society women have engaged a profes- sional pugilist to give them boxing lessons."” “If the man referees the bout vill keep him guess- ing to locate the shifting waist lin Same Principle LOVE'S TORMENTS “‘My grandfather,’’ said the old-timer, ‘‘used to put Neighbor—What 's Mamie cryin’ about? all his money in his stocking.’”” Mother—That fortune-teller told her that she 's goin’ ter marry a tall, hand- “Wa-al, things hain’t changed much,”’ said his old some, dark nobleman. friend. ‘My grandson, who's takin’ a course in modern Neighbor—Well, ain't that a good fortune ? otic we ‘Mother—Ner'd think so; but now she 's broken-hearted at the thought of giv- deportment at one o’ them Eastern colleges, puts most in’ up the ugly litle, sawed-off, sandy-haired bricklayer she 's in love with ! all his money into socks.”” comicbooks.com