Judge, 1913-09-06 · page 5 of 24
Judge — September 6, 1913 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Judge* magazine presents two satirical pieces about gender relations and marriage. The top illustration, titled "Forgetful," depicts a married couple's awkward reunion. The wife reminds her husband they met on the street, had a chat, and she "forgot" to mention she was married—an ironic reversal of typical gender roles regarding disclosure and honesty in courtship. The story "Sweet Sympathy" by Terrell Love Holliday satirizes Papa's complaints about women. When asked why he won't hire a woman, Papa argues men are superior because they're "sympathetic"—yet the narrative reveals Papa's actual hypocrisy: he resists women's capabilities while simultaneously depending on them. The satire critiques men's contradictory attitudes toward women's work and independence during the early 20th century.
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FORGETFUL Neelyied—\ met Tom Hyland on the street to-day, and we had a jolly chat. Mrs, Neelyred—Did you tell him you were married ? «a DARN the luck,’? mourned Papa Pe- duncle, slumping down in his chair until he rested upon his back collar button. Mamma looked up ab- sently from her note- book. She was prepar- ing a paper for her club. Daisy, absorbed in the ‘‘Heart Cheeps For Chickens,’ by Aunt Henrietta, didn’t hear father at all. “I knocked my glasses off today,’” la- mented Papa, when nobody would ask him what was the mat- ter. ‘Smashed both lenses.’” “You ough to wear spectacles,’ scolded Mamma, “if they do not look so well. Such vanity in a man of your age, is absurd. ’? “That feather-brained stenographer jumped her job to get married,"’ fretfully resumed Papa after a morose interval. “And we are up to our necks in work.’” Sweet Sympathy By TERRELL LOVE HOLLIDAY Newlywed—I forgot it for half an hour. “Why don’t you hire a man?” asked Mamma, secretly delighted. Goldilocks was far too pretty. if “A man!" snorted Papa. A man in- deed! Not while there were any good looking and—er—sympathetic girls to be had. Sympathy, thought Papa, that is what a man wants. And he never gets any at home, where he needs it most. “In a week a man would be telling me how to write my let- ters,’’declared Papa, feeling that some reason should be given. Mamma received the explanation with a salt shaker in each hand. . “Then don’t complain,’’ she admonished. with a woman, work is merely a stop-gap.”” “Marriage is the same,” sighed Papa. ‘‘It’s just a bridge to the presidency of the Mother's Club, or something else that she wants, “*Mamma was a looker,’’ he mused aloud, as his debating partner left the room, ‘‘but if I were choosing now I'd pick a “*You know that comicbooks.com