Judge, 1913-06-14 · page 12 of 24
Judge — June 14, 1913 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Judge* magazine contains several short humorous pieces reflecting early 20th-century domestic life and gender politics: **"Between Friends"** jokes about aging—a woman turning 21 claims she's "growing old," her friend reassures her she'll be "younger next year," a paradoxical quip about women's anxiety over appearance. **"A Ballad of June-time"** is sentimental poetry celebrating June weddings, romance, and idealized domesticity—typical period sentimentality. **"The Modern Way"** satirizes commercialism overtaking romance: Cupid (god of love) weeps because "Cupidity" (greed/materialism) is making twice as many matches, suggesting marriages are increasingly driven by money rather than emotion. **"A Compromise"** applies the Jack Spratt nursery rhyme to voting rights—if a couple compromises on food, perhaps they could compromise politically. This likely references women's suffrage debates of the era. **Minor jokes** mock henpecked husbands and marital indifference, standard early 1900s humor stereotypes. The overall tone reflects anxieties about modernization, commercialism, and changing gender roles.
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BETWEEN FRIENDS Cynthia—Dear me! I'm growing old. You ‘Il be younger next year. Muriel—Oh, don't bother. Just think ! twenty-one to-day, A Ballade of June-time By KATE MASTERSON SING you to the March of Lohen- grin, WE Jewel of months, rarest and fairest June; We bring you wreaths to wrap your beau- ty in. Deep in the orchard old Pan pipes a tune, While flower bells faintly chime the year’s high noon, And Love among the blossoms adream. Muse, let us also loll and loon! Oh, Brides and Roses—Strawberries lies and Cream! "Tis song-time —swimming-time, when lads begin Scurrying streamward from the wood unhewn— Barefooted satyrs, freckled as to skin, But joyous as young goats, to woe im- mune, Whistling and answering the forest croon, Mocking the blue jay and the catbird’s scream, Come on—the water's fine! Oh, boy- hood’s boon! Oh, Brides and Roses—Strawberries and Cream! Butterfly Fates, be kind and softly spin Love's silken threads into that old co- coon, The Future! May these divers deftly win Life’s prizes; send them swiftly, sure and soon. Lead them to Arcady, where lovers spoon Now and forever in that lambent beam, Where orange buds bloom ‘neath the honeymoon! Oh, Brides and Roses—Strawberries and Cream! Hail to the bride— with Wagner's lilting rune! Hail to the June- time! Hail the all-supreme That sends this treas- ury of gifts tri- une! Oh, Brides and Roses—Straw- berries and Cream! The Modern Way “Sakes alive !’’ ejaculated the Stork, upon meeting the lit- tle God of Love cry- ing bitterly. ‘*What is the matter, Dan?” “The m-mum-mat- ter,’’ sobbed Cupid, “is that Cupidity is making twice as many matches as I am! Uh-wah! hah! ee “Ob, grandma! His Opinion «JT SEEMS to me,” ventured skimpy little Mr. Hennypeck, ‘‘that Pro- fessor Peekhead’s article, advising men to be very careful in their choice of wive lacks—er—well, verisimilitude, or—ah! —some suchword. As far as I have ever known, the man had no more to do with choosing his wife than he has with get- ting his photograph taken—he just keeps still, looks as pleasant as he can, and ac- cepts whatever is given him.”” A Compromise Jack Spratt could eat no fats, His wife could eat no leans; Now, if they both could vote, perhaps They'd compromise on beans! Conclusive Evidence Crawford—How do you know our daugh- ter and her young man haven't made up their quarrel yet? Mrs. Crawford—Because the gas has been turned up high all the evening. Surprised Rebins—Joque found a surprise await- ing him when he got home last night. Dyer—What was it? Robins—His wife was asleep. AFTER A REPRIMAND I wish you could have seen the funny way your chin went up and down while you were talking !"" comicbooks.com