Judge, 1913-07-19 · page 13 of 24
Judge — July 19, 1913 — page 13: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains multiple short humor pieces mocking early 20th-century social attitudes and relationships: **Main cartoon (top):** A woman confronts a man about blame-shifting, using a cat as metaphor—if you keep blaming the cat for everything, why keep it? The satire targets husbands who avoid responsibility. **"Moderation":** Mocks sailors who maintain wives in multiple ports, claiming changing languages justifies changing morals. **"Viewpoints":** A wealthy husband spent his wife's money on "another crop" of wild oats rather than settling down—satirizing fortune hunters. **"The Rich Girl":** Wealth no longer guarantees marriage prospects; suitors now demand proof of income-tax receipts, suggesting economic anxiety and women's changing financial status. **"Nowadays":** A suffragette librarian places a book about male dominance in fiction—commentary on women's growing demands for equality and the magazine's skepticism about their claims. The humor reflects anxieties about changing gender roles, women's independence, and economic uncertainty in the early modern era.
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a = 1S “ Boohoo! Moderation DIFFERENT language, so they say, will make a different man. The sailor lives in sweet accord with this elastic plan. One wife in every foreign land still leaves him conscience-free, For changing language changes self— each time he puts to sea! So do not blame the sailor lad because he’s not as you, FOR THE PURPOSE OF AN ALIBI If you ‘re goin’ to blame me fer everything ‘at happens, what's th’ use o’ keepin’ a cat?” Viewpoints Mrs. Gramercy—When I married you, I thought you'd sown your wild oats. Gramercy—With all your money, my dear, it would have been a shame not to start another crop. Riches often take wings when they are invested in flying machines. Frequently the Way H® started out to s-peculate, Bat, as his cash supply grew less, In order to keep up the gait, He found he had to drop the ‘‘s.’" Her Blame Mrs. Crabshaw—Why didn’t you tell me before I married you that you were never home before midnight? But praise him if, in every port, he doesn’t wed with twol Key Cammack. The Lost Classics Teacher—What can you say of Damon and Pythias? Pupil—I only pay attention to those in the big league. Restricted Talent Clown—De Bolieux is a won- derful juggler, isn't he? Acrobat—Yes; but I called Crabshaw—1 thought you knew it, my dear. I used to be around to your place as late as that nearly every night. The Rich Girl No more a bluff will guarantee, The game is hard to beat; For now her pa will ask to see Your income-tax receipt. Proof Positive Crawford—Do you believe that a mule really kicks as on him at his flat when he was keeping bachelor’s hall last winter, and he couldn’t flop a NOWADAYS Mr. Puffy—Where can I find the book, ‘' Man, Ruler of the World ?"" griddle cake to save his life. Suffragette Librarian—In the fiction department. much as they say? Crabshaw — Well, I notice that they never hitch one up to a dynamite wagon. comicbooks.com