Judge, 1913-11-15 · page 7 of 24
Judge — November 15, 1913 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This Judge magazine page satirizes early 1900s American social life through humorous sketches and verse. The top illustration depicts a chaotic restaurant cabaret scene—the satire is that restaurateurs seeking "noise" and excitement should just seat talkative diners together instead. The text pieces mock contemporary manners and attitudes: "The Art of Conversation" jokes about wives who dominate talk; "Industry" satirizes New York's employment claims; "The Modern Maid" pokes fun at changing women's fashion (exposing the knee was scandalous); and "To a Japanese Valet" presents a woman questioning whether her lover is truly heroic or simply well-treated—a commentary on class, servant knowledge, and romantic delusion. "Egg View Notes" appears to be local gossip-style humor about small-town theft and mishaps. The overall tone reflects upper-middle-class preoccupations with propriety, modernization, and social climbing typical of early 20th-century American satire.
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SUGGESTION TO RESTAURATEURS When the carbaret pales, here is the real thing in noise, The Art of Conversation «YOUR wife must be awfully clever! She talks like a book!’” “Yes; I have known her silence to be eloquent and her frown to speak volumes!’” Industry “Wall, Si, I see you're back from New York. Lively town, that, eh? I (- s’pose most everybody there has a job.”” “Yep. I even saw men leadin’ dogs fer exercise in th’ mornin’, an’ doin’ it ez carefully ez though they wuz paid fer itt" The Modern Maid The dimple in her elbow fair We thought beguiling quite; but, gee! The gown she now prefers to wear Displays the dimple in her knee. To a Japanese Valet * No man is a bero to his valet. HH, COULD I read behind that amber mask The secrets of his life that you must know, Only one little question would I ask, If you will only answer, Tokiyo! Are luncheons such as this your daily task, With birds and oyster pattes, other days, When I’m not here? Do golden bubbles flow, Do violets shine above the damask snow, And is this carv—ed, cushioned chair my place, Or is there—but I will not doubt him—no! He is a hero—tell me, Tokiyo! Answer me—yes—or from my watch’s case I'll take his handsome, thoughtful, poker face, Dash from my eyes this fond and foolish haze, And stars will fall and roses cease to blow. Is he a hero? Tell me, Tokiyo! —Kate Masterson, Egg View Notes pos taxes not being due, how thieves got away with seven of Ote Gim- ber’s chickens Tuesday night remains a mystery. Milt Shirks shipped his new, easy- going churn back to the factory to-day. It worked fine, but the free trial offer run out. Egg View has several new drawing cards. The name of Chet Lumley, dray- man, is seen on them. Young Morg Quidd, who is taking one of them there typewriting courses down East somewhere, wrote home to his folks that he was learning the touch system. The old man says Morg means he is only polishing up on it. Dow Ludlum is the best draughtsman in these parts. He hasn’t shut a door behind him for five years. —Laslie Var. Every. comicbooks.com