Judge, 1913-11-29 · page 14 of 24
Judge — November 29, 1913 — page 14: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Judge* magazine presents a series of silent-film-style motion picture vignettes satirizing contemporary social situations. The "motion pictures" format was a popular Judge feature, using sequential panels to tell humorous stories. The content includes domestic comedy sketches: a teacher-student interaction about Thanksgiving (the boy's joke about castor oil and syrup reflects early-20th-century folk remedies), marital puzzles about a husband's changed behavior, and observations about courtship and women's fashion. The bottom section includes three brief prose comedies: "Looked Like It" plays on misunderstandings; "Are They?" offers cynical commentary on marriage (staying home ≠ happiness); and "Autres Temps Autres Moeurs" (French: "Other Times, Other Customs") jokes about women's fashion changes, specifically how women's ankles became more visible as skirts shortened—a significant social controversy of the 1910s-1920s. The humor relies on wordplay, domestic situations, and mild social commentary typical of Judge's target middle-class readership.
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JUDGE’S MOTION PICTURES PROFESSOR G CLEP { THE PANOTEACHER AND HiS FAIR PUPIL MISS SMITH Balm for a Wounded Heart ; Looked Like It «WELL, sonny,"’ said the teacher, “I hope you'll have a very good time this Thanksgiving.’’ “I’m going to have,”’ the boy replied. “‘Are you sure of it?’’ she smiled. “Yep; maw’s laid in a stock of castor oil and soothing syrup.’” a i MRS. CLEF 15 PUZZLED BY HER HUSBANDS) STRANGE BEHAVIOR Are They? She—Are they happy together? He—Well, he stays in every evening. She—Then they must be. He—But she goes out. A bluffer, like a new penny, is a shiner till the gloss wears off. or, there is something besides music which has a soothing effect Autres Temps Autres Moeurs “cs HE® FEET beneath her petticoat, Like little mice, stole in and out, As if they feared the ljght."" But since she split it into halves, We see two sportive little calves Come boldly into sight! Giro. B. Morewood. comicbooks.com