Judge, 1914-01-17 · page 13 of 24
Judge — January 17, 1914 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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This page satirizes gender roles and domestic labor in early 20th-century America. The headline references a proverb about men's work having defined endpoints, while women's housework is endless. **Left cartoon ("A Natural Magnet"):** A young man claims the greatest attractive force isn't physics but a woman named "Betsie Miller," who could draw him fourteen miles through rough terrain "without any resistance"—a joke about female attractiveness and male powerlessness against it. **Center section ("A Literary Family"):** Satirizes a household where multiple family members write—sonnets, sports news, domestic advice—but the father merely "writes out the family checks." The joke: despite everyone's creative pursuits, only mundane financial transactions matter. **Right section ("Egg View Notes"):** Local gossip column humor about small-town life. **"Making Both Ends Meet":** Mocks working-class economic hardship—a family surviving on minimal food (pansy blossom and sauerkraut) while owning two motor cars, highlighting the contradiction between poverty and luxury spending.
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MAN WORKS FROM SUN TO SUN, BUT WOMAN'S WORK IS NEVER DONE A Natural Magnet HE MAN of science was lecturing in an up-State town on natural philoso- phy a short time ago, and during the course of his remarks introduced a powerful magnet, with which he attracted a small block of steel about two feet away. “Can any of you conceive a greater a’- tractive power?’’ he asked his audience. “I can, certainly,’’ responded a young man seated well up front. “Not a natural terrestrial power?” asked the professor. “Yes, sir,’’ was the response. The lecturer accepted the challenge. “Well, sir,” began the young man, “her name was Betsie Miller, and every Sunday this little natural magnet, done up in cal- ico, could draw me fourteen miles over roughly plowed land, regardless of the wind or weather. And there was never any resistance.’’ —W. A, Williams. Brave deeds require no trumpet—only a Carnegie medal. A Literary Family PAULINE writes stately sonnets, Bill writes the sporting news, While Jane, of turn domestic, Descants of soups and stews. Ma writes in words of wisdom Of household cares that vex; But dad, with tastes plebeian, Writes out the family checks. Unpromising . Eaton—Why don’t you think Penlam will ever be a literary light? Singley—Because he won't break away from his combination. Eaton His combination? Singley —Yes. He tries to imitate Rob- ert Browning's style and doesn’t try not to imitate Josh Billings’s spelling. Making Both Ends Meet Only a pansy blossom, only a plate of kraut; It’s very little for dinner, but I guess we can make out. The well-known cost of living has mounted to the stars. We must economize somehow—we own two motor cars. Egg View Notes wit LARCOM got a three-stitch gash on his head Tuesday afternoon, when Doc Wade’s business sign fell down. Doc will hang it up carelessly again. Old Alf Gibbs, whose prospective heirs live here, hid his will in his dictionary, to be found by some stranger. Several Pollywog parties, wanting to come to Egg View to start a manufactur- ing concern, wrote last week, asking for some bonus money to begin with. They found out, through Ote Gimber, that we didn’t want any counterfitters among us. A sudden gust of wind slammed Lem Bushnell’s front door shut yesterday, in- stantly killing a chicken for him. One of them there smartys from Spring Ledge was over here Sunday morning, telling around that if he lived in Egg View he would have to pay the income tax, as it would take a lot of money to get him to live here.—Lestie Van Every. Chris. Columbus, in this land, Is rightly counted some; But Chris ain’t in it when compared To our Chrys Anthemum. comicbooks.com