Judge, 1913-05-31 · page 5 of 24
Judge — May 31, 1913 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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The main cartoon "That Embarrassing Moment" depicts a dinner party where conversation abruptly stops as someone makes an awkward personal remark to a woman. This is social satire about etiquette violations—a universal humor topic then and now. Below are four short humorous pieces: "Chicken Farming" mocks agricultural inexperience; "His Point of View" satirizes a soldier's complaint about military pay; "Away from Home" jokes about a soldier's reckless behavior; and "Too Much Hopping" appears to reference hotel capacity. The small cartoon "The Speed Maniac of Chickville" caricatures reckless driving, a contemporary concern. The final item, "A Remedy," references suffragettes—suggesting militant feminists follow politicians to demand donations for women's voting rights, topical political satire of the suffrage movement era.
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a] DS “dk “Oylay GDA, THAT EMBARRASSING MOMENT When all conversation suddenly ceases as you are making a very personal remark to the girl at your left. Chicken Farming I STARTED out to raise some hens; I first bought wire to make the pens. You need nice pens to make hens thrive; Mine cost me $40.25. I bought eleven kinds of feed, For fowls a large assortment need. I bonght cut bone and grains galore; The bill was $19.84. Of course hens need a chicken shed, A place to sleep and to be fed. Mine was a good one through and through, And cost me $60.42. I wonder if hen farming pays. I've had twelve eggs in sixty days. The bills, of course, have been immense ; The twelve eggs brought me 30 cents. Mr. J. Le O'Cennetl. His Point of View A STAGGERING soldier was about to be put off a Fort Leav- enworth car, because he could not pay his fare. A man sitting across the aisle handed the conductor the necessary nickel, and, after the pri- vate had profusely thanked his benefactor, the following conver- sation was overheard: “You say yesterday was pay-day at the fort?” “Yesh, shir."’ “*How in the world do you feel that you can afford to spend in one day all you make in a month?"’ inquired the man. “Your clothing is paid for by the gov- ernment, and you live in the barracks at no expense to yourself. What have you done with those thirteen dollars?”’ “Well,”’ stuttered the soldier, ‘‘I—hic —spent four dollars whiskey, and—and seven shootin’ craps.’’ Again he was nodding. “But that’s only eleven. What did you do with the other two dollars?’’ asked the man. “Well, I—hic—I don't just know. Must have—must have spent that fool- ishly."* —Cliferd B. Jones, THE SPEED MANIAC OF CHICKVILLE ALWAYS DRIVES A TORPEDO-BODY CAR Away from Home ENKS was a moral man, indeed; ‘And Jaggs was the reverse. Jaggs was a racing car for speed, While Jenks was more a hearse, To gay New York they both went down, To stay a week or so, And travel round and see the town, Without their wives, you know. And when they struck the Great White Way And caught its spending itch, It would have bothered you to say Exactly which was which. — Walter @ Duty. Too Much Hopping New Yorker—One of our new hotels, Uncle Bill, is to contain over twen- ty-five hundred rooms. Uncle Bill — Gee crackey! hate to be the bellboy! A Remedy. Secretary—A subscriber writes to ask us the best way to prevent the annoying attentions of strange men who follow her. Correspondence editor —Tell her to turn and ask the man for a dona- tion for the militant suffragettes. I'd comicbooks.com