Judge, 1913-11-08 · page 7 of 26
Judge — November 8, 1913 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains multiple satirical pieces targeting early 20th-century social attitudes: **"Blind Man's Buff"** presents a fantasy where Atlas—the mythological figure condemned to carry Earth—has abandoned his burden and is growing younger. The satire critiques wealthy industrialists who, like Atlas, claim their monopolistic control benefits society. Mr. Higgenbotham, apparently a railroad magnate, recognizes the absurdity and resigns to pursue leisure (buying a bicycle), suggesting even titans should relinquish power. **"During the Deal"** mocks wealthy women's inconsistency: Mrs. Untucky claims principle (quitting bridge gambling), while Mrs. Fortunatus admits she'll only stop losing—exposing hollow morality among the affluent. Smaller pieces satirize women's suffrage rhetoric ("water girls" instead of "boils"), farm-to-wealth mobility, and rural philosophy. The overall tone ridicules both industrial excess and the pretensions of the wealthy classes, while containing period-typical gender stereotypes and class condescension.
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BLIND MAN'S BUFF—BEING “IT” IS NO PLEASURE made the world carry me, and to be per- fectly honest, it’s been a better world since I gave up being a common carrier, with a monopoly of the business!’’ Here the old fellow, with a jolly laugh, resumed his play, pausing only long enough to say further, “I'm some kid for an old chap six quintillian years old, eh?’” DURING THE DEAL Mrs, Untucky- I'm going to stop playing bridge for money. Mrs. Fortunatus—So am I when I begin to lose. “I should worry!”? said Mr. Higgin- botham, as he watched the stranger skip- ping about the mead with his faun-like playmates. ‘‘Who is that old guy, any- how?"' he added, as his guide came along. “Him?” said the guide. ‘‘Why, that’s old man Atlas. He used to carry the earth on his shoulders, but he’s chucked it, and now he’s gettin’ so much younger every day that the Muses have ordered @ perambulator to wheel him around in when he gets to be a baby again.”’ It was that night that Mr. Higgin- botham sent a cable dispatch to Squan- tumville, resigning all his official duties. “T guess we old fellers ‘Id do better to let the young folks have their inning,’’ he said. ‘‘Carrying the world on one’s shoulders is too big 8 job for any one man, anyhow.’’ And the next morning he ordered a bicycle, and when I last saw him was wheeling his way through Italy and getting arrested every other day for ex- ceeding the speed limit. Wealth of the Farm The proceeds of a pig, Some butter in a jar, A turkey and a hen Will buy a motor car. The Limit Smith—I hear you are having trouble with your wife. Jones—Yes, She carries this woman- suffrage business too far. I don’t object tS saying a boat is womaned instead of manned, or even that water goils instead of boils; but I do draw the line at saying my dog skirts instead of pants. Painting the Lily Uncle Amos sez: You kin paint ther lily jes’ by slippin’ on a pair of silk stockings. comicbooks.com