Judge, 1913-08-16 · page 7 of 24
Judge — August 16, 1913 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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This page satirizes the generational divide and work ethic complaints common in early 20th-century America. The top cartoon shows older men (appearing to be rural farmers) lamenting that young people are "shiftless" and don't work as hard as their generation did—they worked from 3:30 AM to 9 PM without complaint. The "Not On His Job" story reinforces this theme: Uncle Zack fires a hired man who won't work before 4:30 AM and complains after a 16-hour day. The joke mocks the older generation's unrealistic expectations and their inability to recognize exploitative labor conditions. Other vignettes satirize hypocrisy: people breaking rules (playing baseball on Sunday while pretending it's golf to avoid police), and social pretense (a woman wearing diamonds to the beach to appear wealthy). The humor targets both generational clash and the absurdity of rigid Victorian work attitudes facing changing modern values.
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MAKING THE MOST OF A BORROWED MACHINE ‘cause I wanted him to hoe alittle corn on Sunday. I tell ye, Ab, the present gen’ration is gittin’ more an’ more shif'less, We didn’t play at workin’ when we was boys, did we?” “L should say not! We was onto our jobs, all right, from three-thutty or four in the mornin’ until nine or so at night. Dunno what the world is comin’ to, with the risin’ gen’ration so blamed shif’less!"" — —4, af. A Sunday Game Pitcher—The cop will catch us sure this time. Catcher—Then let us pretend to be playing golf. ‘The masquerader is not the two-faced person we avoid. A) CAPTIOUS CRITICS Slender—Gee! Miss Dasbaway's bathing costume is worse than what she wore at the casino last night Wachawel—Yes ; she had her diamonds on then. Not On His Job «s}JOW’S that new hired man o’ yours doin’, Zack?"" asked Uncle Ab Tansy of Uncle Zack Milkweed, as they met ata watering trough and allowed their horses to ‘‘squench”” their thirst. “He ain't doin’ at all. I fired him.” “Already? Fer what?"’ “He wa’n’t onto his job.”” “How you talk! Disposed to shirk, huh?” “I should say so! Couldn't coax nor cuss him out o’ bed ‘fore half-past four of a mornin’, an’ if he'd milked seven or eight cows an’ took the milk to the station, he thought he’d done enough ’fore breakfast, an’ didn’t want to pick up a hoe an’ git into the potater patch until breakfast was ready. Then * = 4 he kicked about doin’ anything after seven at night. Wanted Mes, Rertih INCONSIDERATE Peek cate Mrs. Enright—Did you enjoy your bridge party this afternoon ? to set down an’ whittle or mebbe goto bed. Said sixteen hours Muricl—No; Cynthia Calvert spoiled the fan, Just as we were hear- a day was long enough for any one to work, an’ got sassy _ ing all the details of her divorce she walked in. comicbooks.com