Judge, 1913-09-20 · page 5 of 24
Judge — September 20, 1913 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
**Main Cartoon ("Eyes Right!"):** A woman in fashionable dress commands soldiers' attention at what appears to be a military inspection or parade. The satire likely mocks how women distract military personnel, a common theme in early 20th-century humor about gender relations and military discipline. **"The Animate Club":** This section humorously lists various club types (drinking, reading, rambling, etc.), suggesting club culture was proliferating. The tone is gently mocking of social club proliferation. **"Coming" story:** A wife sneaks out to visit a sick friend against her husband's wishes, then receives a note from her husband that comically threatens to leave. The humor plays on marital conflict and domestic control. **"Not Quite!" dialogue:** A man questions whether he'd remarry if his wife died, ending with her dismissal of his answer as "not quite" — typical domestic comedy of the era.
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The Animate Club Cluss must be respected—that is, re- spectable clubs must be respected. And surely a club is respect- EM able when it possesses all fm the animate virtues of the modern club, which is a com- position of A drinking club, a feeding club, A thinking club, a reading club, A rambling club, a running club, A gambling club, a gunning club, A boating club, a writing club, A voting club, a fighting club, As well as a mother’s club—which is certainty moral and upright, if memory serves regarding boyhood days. A. Walter Utting. Overheard at the Club “Young Muchcash must think that time has more lives than a cat.’" “How so?’? “He kills it regularly every day.’’ A= fi “EYES RIGHT" Coming SHE slipped off her shoes, | as soon as she closed the door, and tried to get upstairs without awaking herhusband. But she found him waiting for her. “It’s three o'clock,” he said. “T went from the club to see a sick friend,’’ she explained. He reached intoher pock- et and pulled out a note. “Sick friend!” he sneered. ‘‘Then what are you doing with this mash note from a chorus man? Another time you go to the club I'll go back to father or—er, I'll have him here.’’ While the postman may not be a flirt all the girls get love letters from him. NOT QUITE! Mr. Enright—Gladys, suppose I were to die, what would you do? Mrs. Enright—Why, I would simply go crazy. Mr, E—Marry again? Mrs. E—Oh, not that crazy? comicbooks.com