Judge, 1913-11-08 · page 11 of 26
Judge — November 8, 1913 — page 11: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
The page contains two distinct satirical pieces from *Judge* magazine: **Top Section ("Why Is It?"):** Two contrasting wedding scenes mock class disparities. "Miss Awfully Clever" marries "the stupidest ever" (left panel), while "Miss Really A. Dunce" marries "Prof. Brains-bi-th'-Bunch" (right panel). The satire questions why intelligent women marry foolish men and vice versa—critiquing marriage practices where intellect seemingly plays no role in partner selection. **Main Article ("How I Practiced Idea—! Economy"):** A first-person account by a housewife who monetizes domestic advice by writing articles about extreme frugality—feeding ten children on three dollars weekly, making dresses from worn stockings and old stockings. The satire mocks both the proliferation of housekeeping advice columns in newspapers/magazines and women's resourcefulness being commodified. Her success allows her husband to retire, suggesting ironic commentary on economic roles and gender. **Bottom Cartoon ("A Consoling Suggestion"):** A mother dismisses her son's complaint about wearing gloves by pointing to her own restrictive clothing, suggesting Victorian-era women endured greater discomfort without complaint—gentle satire of stoicism and gender expectations.
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Miss Awfully Clever marries the stupidest ever, WHY How I Practiced Idea—! Economy MY HUSBAND'S income being so small that I could scarcely grasp it before it left my hands, I cast about to see how I could earn a little extra. I learned that newspapers and magazines were paying from one to five dollars for each letter that told of a household economy. Having nothing to save except ideas, in which I was rich, I began to manufacture them into selling articles. I originated the widely quoted paragraph of a silk gown made from a worn-out necktie. I disclosed how to feed ten children on three dollars a week and serve an eight-course dinner from the lunch leftovers, which themselves had been left from the dinner of the evening before. From a pair of lace openwork stockings that had been in my trousseau, I thoughtfully fashioned a dance frock for my daughter. This last notion not only brought me five dollars, but many grateful letters from mothers. It was my letter that started the craze for using hus- bands’ discarded collars and cuffs for full-dress linen ties and dainty sewing aprons. Finally I decided to save the ce- reals left from a twelvemonths’ breakfasts and publish them as a detective story. This was eagerly devoured by old and young, and proved the best sell of the year. I have now no further need to work. My husband has retired, and, at the first of the year we start on a tour of the world.—w. 1. Lee RBFULER_ A CONSOLING SUGGESTION His mother—What, Tommy, crying because you have to wear gloves? Why, see what I have to wear, and you never hear me complain ! comicbooks.com