Judge, 1913-11-08 · page 9 of 26
Judge — November 8, 1913 — page 9: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several unrelated satirical pieces typical of Judge magazine's format. The main cartoon, "Blind Man's Buff—Being 'It' Is No Pleasure," presents a fantastical scenario: an aging Mr. Higgingbotham encounters the mythological Atlas, who has abandoned his burden of carrying the earth and is now growing younger. The satire targets wealthy businessmen and politicians who cling to power and responsibility. Inspired by Atlas's liberation, Higgingbotham resigns his official duties to bicycle through Italy—suggesting that letting go of burdensome positions paradoxically brings rejuvenation and freedom. The smaller pieces mock everyday absurdities: a woman's flawed logic about stopping bridge gambling ("when I begin to lose"), farmers' newfound wealth purchasing automobiles, and a husband's exasperation with his wife's suffrage activism (she's taken gender-neutral language too far, even calling his dog's "pants" its "skirts"). The overall theme celebrates liberation from societal expectations and burdensome roles.
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BLIND 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, Unlucky—I 'm going to stop playing bridge for money. Mrs. Fortunatus—So am I when 1 begin to lose. MAN'S BUFF—BEING “IT” IS NO PLEASURE “T 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 a@ 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 'ld do better to let the young folks have their inning,’’ he said. ‘‘Carrying the world on one’s shoulders is too big a 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 té 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