Judge, 1913-10-18 · page 7 of 24
Judge — October 18, 1913 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page satirizes **women's suffrage** through contrasting cartoons. The top panels show "Prof. Spout" publicly arguing men shouldn't grant women votes because of "pride of mastery and manhood"—yet at home, his wife orders him to tie her shoe, revealing male dependence on women's domestic labor. The satire's point: men claiming superiority while relying on women for basic tasks undermines their argument against voting rights. The page also contains lighter humor pieces: a young man's prank where he poses people for a "photo" that's actually his lunch box; wordplay about family trees and dressmakers; and marital banter. These filler pieces were typical of Judge's format. The page reflects early-20th-century debate over women's suffrage, mocking male hypocrisy about "manhood" while women performed essential household and social work.
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Prof. Spout (in public) —Men will never grant women a vote so long as we have pride of mastery and manhood. “LOOK UPON THIS PICTURE— Fall THE housewife scans her fruit-filled cans, The farmer's corn is ‘‘yeller’’; Poor Johnny Jinks now sadly thinks "Tis time to buy his speller. The ribbon clerk resumes his work, Far, far from ocean breezes; Hay-fever folk still weep and choke And give some farewell wheezes. Her ‘‘silhouette”’ puts in a fret The maid who follows fashion, While many a lass makes old gowns pass By draping a broad sash on. Play-goers flock to plays that shock Ideals of proper living; In smaller towns the Smiths and Browns Already plan Thanksgiving. —Grace McKinstry. Posted **You seem to be very intimate with the Digbys. I didn’t know you had met them.’’ “I haven't met them. their dressmaker.”’ I patronize Arborically Speaking Baron Sans Dough—What do you think of my family tree? Mr. Muchgold—The tree may be a good one, all right, but looks to me as if the crop was a failure. Not Looking for Snaps A NUMBER of young people were seated on the front steps and piazza of a boarding house, when a brisk young chap, who seemed to be the life of the party, arose and exclaimed, “Everybody look pleasant, and I'll have this young fellow with a camera take our pictures.’’ Stopping the newcomer, the brisk young man made a great show of posing the young people on the porch; then he waved his right hand grandiloquently toward the stranger, with the words, “Allright. We're ready."’ “Ready for what?’’ inquired the stran- ger, in surprise. “For our pictures. Stick up your camera,’" Glancing good-naturedly at the group on the porch, the stranger grinned and replied, “Go on! This ain’t no camera; it’s me lunch box."* —Charles A. Leedy. Always in It Mr. Fuss (furiously) —It's mighty strange you can’t look after things a lit- tle better! Here I want to shave, and there isn’t a drop of hot water here. Mrs. Fuss (icily)—It is strange! Why, that’s the one thing I’ve never been out of since I married you! A person who is as cool as a cucumber never is as green as one. Mrs, Spout (at home)—Tie my shoe, professor, —THEN UPON THIS” USEFUL AS A BUFFER Pat—Heaven fergive me fer iver sayin’ a dude is no use! comicbooks.com