Judge, 1913-07-26 · page 5 of 24
Judge — July 26, 1913 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
The top cartoon, "Vicarious Punishment," depicts a woman scolding children caught playing baseball on Sunday, threatening the pastor will learn of their transgression. This satirizes strict religious enforcement of Sabbath observance—a social debate of the era when Sunday recreation was considered sinful by religious conservatives. The middle section, "Breaking the Ice," presents a dialogue mocking a wealthy woman's pretentious dinner conversation about "monosyllabic replies" and "icebergs." It's social satire about upper-class affectation and tedious bohemian table talk. The remaining items are short humor pieces and poetry—"Useless for Furnishings," "A Rare Treat," and "Ingenuous Child"—typical filler content of satirical magazines, poking fun at everyday social conventions and family dynamics.
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VICARIOUS PUNISHMENT “Now see what ye git fer playin’ ball on Sunday! Come pretty near puttin’ th’ pastor's eye out!” Useless for Furnishings HE weather bureau. The river bed. The wood tick. The college spread. The mantle of charity. The witness stand. The baseball pitcher. The bowl on the alley. A Rare Treat I love to listen to the song Breaking the Ice «NOW, Miss Imogene,"’ we - — argues the young s \ : ¢ ¥ man who has been receiv- ing the frigid stares and the monosyllabic replies of the fair young thing who chose to become offended at him at the dinner and continued to accumulate indignation at the opera, “it’s perfectly useless for you to attempt to act like an iceberg. Science tells us that only one-eighth of an iceberg is visible, and ering the fact that Of joyous little birds, Because I know there’s nothing wrong Or vulgar in the words, Ingenvous Child Elderly widower —1f I were your papa, Bobby, what is the first thing you would ask of me? * Eligible widow's little boy —I'd ask you what makes you dye your hair. she was wearing anevening gown, he really might have exercised a bit more tact. All are not squabs that appear on the menu of a bohemian table d’hote. REASON FOR THE PREFERENCE Gladys—Mrs. Wouldbesmart cares more for her dogs than for her children. Murie!—Certainly ; they have a pedigree. comicbooks.com