Judge, 1913-10-25 · page 6 of 24
Judge — October 25, 1913 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This page satirizes early 20th-century Halloween pranks and their consequences. The top panels illustrate three months (September-November) showing fashionable women engaged in increasingly reckless behavior—suggesting that dangerous "pranks" have become a social trend to follow. The main story describes a violent Halloween encounter: a piano mover named Maloney and his dog brutally attack a man trapped under a wagon, ostensibly for sport. The narrator suggests this experience has soured him permanently on Halloween celebrations. The satire targets the normalization of destructive behavior under the guise of festive tradition. By framing violence as "fashion," Judge critiques how social customs can legitimize cruelty, particularly among working-class men. The accompanying short pieces on Halloween mischief and "Feminine Thrift" maintain the satirical tone, mocking both holiday excess and petty domestic behavior—suggesting Judge viewed contemporary social practices as foolish.
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KEEPING UP WITH THE FASHION up and punched Atlas in the ribs. Mr. Maloney, although a gifted piano mover, showed great skill in punching the man under the wagon. Encouraged by his master’s actions, the dog stepped up to the man under the wagon and planted his teeth in his tibia. This tended to make WE HAVE ALL FELT THAT WAY Mike—Faith, Oi'd rather walk a hundred miles than stand ten. the man under the wagon more anxious than ever to be on his way. I told Mr. Maloney that we three were sorry and explained to him that the other two had gone off to be alone in their grief and that if he would help me down with the wagon I would join them in their sorrow. Mr. Maloney helped me out from under the wagon and turned to give me some advice with his hands, but I had gone to join my companions, The dog tried to follow me, but in a few min- utes he was left alone, panting and dis- appointed. I hated to go off and leave the dog alone that way, especially when he evidenced such a great desire to keep up with me; but something told me that it was for the best. I felt that he had been with me long enough. After a bull- dog with rough, uneven teeth has been with me a while, I can go off by myself without any deep regret. When we three young men, who had been so lately en- gaged in the wagon business, got together three miles south of town a few minutes later, we decided to say nothing about the matter. From that night on, Halloween has lost its charm for me. I, for one, would not weep until none could bring me solace were the custom of celebrating that night entirely done away with. I am now an advocate of the safe and sane Hal- loween— especially among men who keep coarse-mannered bull- dogs. Halloween The kiddies carry on like mad On Halloween, but who would scuff At pranks of little rascals glad But for the things they carry off? Feminine Thrift Hexzler—Why didn’t Randall’s wife let him put up their screens last summer? Long—She had bought a lot of fly paper at a bargain and wanted to get the worth of her money. 2222 Wt EN a pretty young lass Seeks a big looking glass, Where the laddies are certain to find her, Does it need Halloween Or the good fairy queen To show a man’s face close behind her? The Little World “‘When he married, the world was all before him!’’ “And now? “‘Now he can’t even find ground fora divorce !’" Some men imagine themselves so good that they want their reward on earth. we E.Ssedgrads THE OLD AND THE NEW comicbooks.com