Judge, 1914-01-24 · page 9 of 24
Judge — January 24, 1914 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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This page presents multiple short humorous pieces satirizing gender relations and social hypocrisy of the early 20th century. **"She and He"** contrasts how each gender criticizes the other's pursuits while engaging in similar frivolous behavior—she mocks his fishing/hunting yet makes "games" of men; he ridicules astronomers and farmers yet wants "the earth." **The marriage proposals** mock courtship rituals. One wife complains her husband is a "bred loser" (racial dialect humor typical of the era). Another depicts a frank woman listing her actual flaws—expensive tastes, no domestic skills, bridge-playing for money—yet the man accepts anyway, resigned that all wives are essentially the same. **"His Time"** ironically contrasts his rushed lunch against stopping an hour to gaze at a mounted fish—suggesting men prioritize trivial pursuits over practical matters. The page's overall point: both sexes engage in shallow, contradictory behavior, and marriage represents mutual acceptance of these hypocrisies rather than genuine partnership. The satire is fairly gentle social commentary on courtship and domesticity conventions.
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t She and He SHE thinks time spent in angling shows no sense, | And hunting’s wrong, according to her view; Yet when not fishing hard for com- pliments, She’s making game of you. He thinks the rapt astronomer a loon, Oo The tillers of the soil excite his mirth; Yet when he is not crying for the moon, It seems he wants the earth. Nathan M. Levy. So! “Did you have anything to eat last night, when you got home from the club?” “Oh, my wife gave me a roast.”’ No Dividends Guaranteed “T bought some hens from you,”’ said the retired banker, who was do- ing a little amateur farming. “Yes.” “Not one of them has laid anegg yet.’"” “Well, it’s this way, Mr. Wombat,’’ explained the old farmer, not unkindly. “A hen ain’t like a bond with interest- bearing coupons.” A Phrase Exemplified “You do not offer enough.’’ don’t quite get you, duke,” said the “That's the idea. You don’t quite get me. Another lady has raised your bid.’’ THE NEWEST—GOLF A Rude Awakening “I married that man for a bread win- ner, judge, but he am a bred loser, sah. That niggah ain’t got no luck no time!”’ The Route to Reno Lovers’ Lane. Road companies feel more secure now that the price of eggs has gone skyward. CALLED! “* Say, don’t you know better than to be drumming around here at this unheard of time of the year? Now quit, and let sensible folks finish their sleep in peace.'’ AT NIGHT A Conventicnal Case A PROPOSAL was imminent, and they both knew it. He talked tariff for awhile, but there isn’t much romance in the tariff, and that topic was soon ex- hausted, Finally he reached for her hand. “Dearest !’’ She said nothing. “You know that I love you.’’ More silence. “T want you to be my little wife.’” Her silence must have given him a slight chill. He switched off to practical talk. “I get thirty dollars a week, Mabel, and I feel sure that you think well of me. How about it?” The girl looked at him steadfastly. “George,”’ said she, ‘‘I like you well enough, but I’m going to talk to you frankly. Listen. You want me to marry you on thirty dollars a week. I have no interest in the home. I play bridge for money. I smoke cigarettes. I require expensive clothes and continusl excite- ment. I can’t cook. I won't learn. I know very little that would be useful. Now, under these conditions, do you still want me?” The young man smiled indulgently. “Certainly I want you,’’ he answered. “‘Why should I have a wife any different from so many other men’s wives?’” —Wm, 8, Adkins, His Time He’d eat his lunch in a minute; He had no time to spare. At a mounted fish in a window, He'd stop an hour to stare. comicbooks.com