Judge, 1913-12-20 · page 5 of 24
Judge — December 20, 1913 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
The page contains several short humorous pieces rather than a single political cartoon. The main illustration labeled "TRUE RESPECT" depicts an interaction between what appears to be a working-class man and woman in an urban slum setting, with the caption joking about a man not raising his hat to a woman—suggesting he's too rough or uncouth for such courtesy. The surrounding text includes domestic humor pieces like "The Guilty One" (about a loud necktie), "Edible" (describing a sweet girl), and "She Did" (about a Christmas elopement). There's also a letter from Boston to Santa Claus written by a cultured child requesting "handmade children" and luxuries rather than commercial toys—satirizing upper-class pretension and conspicuous consumption among the wealthy.
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Santa and the Plutoerat [ DREW my weekly pay And went down to the slums, Because ‘twas Christ- mas Day, To scatter sugar Sy P plums. <i 6: ;\ I first met Micky LA) Flynn And offered him a horn. He tilted up his chin And looked at me with scorn. Parone. I said; “But, then, if you have none?” He shook his shock of red: “I got a better one.”” “Why, aren’t you poor?” I cried. “You guys jus’ make me sick !"” The jeering lad replied. “My daddy, he lays brick. “You wanta understan’ ’’— Mick gave his wrath full play— “That he’s a union man An’ earns five bucks a day!’ My steps I pointed home, Subdued, yes, very meek. No more the slums I roam— I draw eighteen a week, —Terrell Love Holliday. From Boston The following letter is typical of what culture and study can produce ina child of six. Needless to say, the little one lived on beans. To Santa Claus, Esq., North Pole: Revered sir—If it does not inconve- nience either you or Mrs. Claus, may I enumerate my desires for the festal Yule- tide season? I have grown to believe in the efficacy of some simple confections, and I therefore desire that you fill a cer- tain portion of my perpendicular hosiery with delicious sweetmeats. For the rest, add the luxuries of playtime in preference to supplying my more sober needs. May Thint at things beautiful, decorative and costly, in the form of inanimate children, which I may shelter with maternal devo- tion? I hope my gifts are numerous. Gratefully, Prudence Prissey, Boston. She Did “Did Miss Kaleseed get a runabout for Christma: “Well, she married Cholly Fastleigh on that day.’” On Christmas Eve I think of the Christmases yet to come, And those of the past, so pleasant; But, truth to tell, I am most concerned With the near-by Christmas present. Seizing the Opportunity Mrs. Crabshaw—You shouldn't be so greedy, my dear, and hang up both your stockings. Willie—Why not, ma? Only a while ago you said you loved me twice as much as you ever did before. The Guilty One John—So that’s your new tie, eh? Why on earth did you select such a loud pattern? Joe—lI didn’t select it. and he’s slightly deaf. My brother did, OEM Phu spatrncs ~ 2. Lone shea Edible SHE was a dainty, winsome thing, With laughing, dark-brown eyes; Her hair, her cheeks, her pouting lips Were also brown, likewise. She looked—I’m sure you'd say so, too— Just good enough to eat; For she was but a candy doll, And, oh! but she was sweet! At the Drug Counter Clerk (wrapping up corn cure and hair tonic)—Fixed from top to toe. Customer—Yes, you manage to make both ends meet. TRUE RESPECT Henrictta—Why didden' ye raise yer hat to her, Henry? Henry—Wot, thet danged ol’ lid! comicbooks.com