Judge, 1913-06-14 · page 6 of 24
Judge — June 14, 1913 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This page contains two unrelated satirical pieces from Judge magazine. **"The Evolution of the Angler"** (top) is a visual joke showing fish gradually evolving into increasingly human forms, culminating in a person fishing—a humorous take on Darwin's evolution theory, suggesting humans are just evolved fish/anglers. **"Maid in Germany"** (main story) depicts a drunk man named Bingley who, after drinking heavily, calls his own home pretending to be someone else as a "prank." A rude servant (likely German, given the title) answers and insults him repeatedly. Bingley becomes convinced his wife is unfaithful based on the servant's evasiveness. The satire mocks both drunken foolishness and the absurdity of jumping to conclusions—Bingley creates his own marital crisis through intoxication and a misguided "joke." **"In the Stone Age"** (bottom right) is a caption joke about prehistoric inefficiency. The humor relies on period-specific drinking culture and gender/servant dynamics unfamiliar to modern readers.
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Custer 6 Can IN GERMANY MAID missed him. His first impulse was to return home; but just then his appetite called softly for a cocktail, and, of course, it would not do to disappoint his appetite in that direction. So he continued on his way downtown, and soon his appetite was satisfied. He drank one, then one more. As he was leaving the place, he met a friend. : OF THE ANGLER “Hello! Central? give me twenty-three.’” “*Hello!’’ came a gruff, masculine voice to Bingley’s ear, “Good heavens!"’ exclaimed Bingley. ‘‘It'’s a man!"’ He wondered if Central had given him the wrong number, 80 he asked, “Hello! Is this number twenty-three?” “What's that?” “Tsay, is this number twenty-three?”’ “I couldn’t tell you." “Well, is this Peter Bingley’s residence?” “You guessed it that time.’” “Ah! And who are you?” inquired Bingley. “That, sir, is none of your darn business!"" “It ain’t, eh?" said Bingley, warming up. are you doing there?” “That's none of your business, either!"’ “What's that?” fairly shouted Bingley. “I said it was none of your business. Is that clear enough?” “See here! Do you know whom you are talking to? Do you know who I am?” “*I don’t know and I don’t care. say what you want to or shut up! talk to, he is out of town.’” “Oh, is he? I didn’t know that,’’ and Bingley smiled. “Well, can I speak to Mrs. Bingley?"’ “*No, you can’t."" “*Why can’t I?’’ demanded Bingley sharply. “Because she is not here.’’ “‘Where is she?’’ “See here! It’s none of your business where ehe is!"’ “*Why, you impudent lobster, if I was there I'd thrash you!’" “Go on, you misshapen gorilla! You couldn’t lick a postage stamp!’ and Bingley heard the receiver hung up with a bang. Into Bingley’s semi-befuddled brain flashed the thought that Mrs. Bingley was not true to him, that he was sure that she “Well, what Why in thunder don’t you If it is Bingley you want to “Hello, Bing, old man! Leaving town?"’ “No,’’ said Bingley. ‘I left home a while ago, expecting to go to Boston, but got a wire on the way down town that I was not wanted for a few days." “That 3 you all right, eh?’’ “Yes; I'm not kicking.’” “Well, come on; let’s take something.’” “Thanks, Charlie; but I have just had a couple.” “Oh, come on! What’s a couple? take one on the good news.’” So Bingley, for the sake of good friendship, accepted the invitation. Eleven o'clock still found Bingley and his friend ‘‘taking one’’ on the good news. Bing- ley’s headache had gone, also his grouchy feel- ing. “Charlie,"’ said Bingley, ‘‘my wife thinks I am out of town. I’m going to ring her up and have a little fun with her.’” Acting upon his idea, Bingley went up to Let's IN THE STONE AGE the telephone. “She 's a wonder. Th’ fastest stenographer I ever had. Writes from fcur to five words aday.”” comicbooks.com