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This *Judge* page contains three satirical pieces mocking early 20th-century social conventions: **"At the Exhibition"** ridicules "Futurist" art (the avant-garde movement), with a couple worried they might have a "futurist baby"—implying the art style is so bizarre and incomprehensible it represents societal decay. **"A Round Robin Letter"** satirizes female social hypocrisy. Young ladies gossip viciously about their friend Betty's engagement to Edgar Tottleton, cataloging his flaws (bald, poor, low social status, difficult relatives). They then decide to send a congratulatory "round robin" letter—a collective letter they'll all sign—pretending warmth while concealing their contempt. The satire exposes the performative nature of women's club culture and their cattiness disguised as propriety. **"Worse"** is a brief joke about a graduate unable to decide *when* to work—laziness presented as worse than not knowing *where* to work. The page satirizes artistic pretension, female social artifice, and generational idleness common to *Judge*'s upper-middle-class readership concerns.

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A Poem to Katherine HOU beggest me to allocate A private poem, just for thee; My rhymes are all too shallow, Kate— My love is deeper than the sea! My fields must all lie fallow, Kate, Ere they've enough fertility! And so, before I dedicate To thee a rare or random rhyme, Be sure that thou art ready, Kate, To meet my heart in tune and time. Unless I be thy steady, Kate, My numbers cannot be sublime! Let me no more prevaricate ; Thou knowest now what I would say. Let us no longer tarry, Kate— But cut the knot and name the day! The day when we shall marry, Kate, I'll write a rhyme that lives for aye! —Ted Robinson. At the Exhibition Mr. Wayback—Is that a futurist paint- ing, Matilda? Mrs. Wayback—So the book says. Mr, W.—And that other thing’s a fu- turist statue? Mrs. W.—Yep. Mr. W. (in a whisper)—Matilda! Mrs. W.—Yes. Mr. W.—Here’s hoping we never have a futurist baby ! In Agreement Mrs. Curtin-Lecture—What have you ever done.to deserve such a wife as me, I should like to know? Mr. Curtin-Lecture—So should I! CUPID CORRECTED Lowerten—Jamping Jupiter! A Round Robin se HAT do you think, girls?’’ said Miss Myrtle Hazelton, as she en- tered the room of the Young Ladies’ Self- Culture Club as the president was about to call the meeting to order. ‘‘Betty Flukins ’phoned me just before I left home to tell me of—you'd never guess in the world—of her engagement to Edgar Tottleton!’’ “Of all things!’ “*You don’t mean it!” . “Betty is a good half head taller!’’ “And I believe she’s a good three or four years older!"’ KNOWS Uperten—Nothing of the sort, sir. Charles the First! Letter “She must have thought it a case of the last car!"" “I don’t know just how true it is, but I have heard that two other girls refused him!” “He's two-thirds bald!’" “I’m not easily prejudiced against a person, and I never allow myself to be influenced by a first impression, but I formed my own private opinion of him the first time I ever saw him!"” “I don’t believe that he gets more than three thousand a year, and I have known Betty to pay forty-five dollars for a hat and fifteen for a pair of evening shoes!" “Yes; and she told me herself that the man she married had to get hera limousine !’" “Poor little Tottleton!”” “Some of us know what Betty’s tem- per is when she gets started!”” “He hasn't much social position, and I have heard that he has relatives who are simply impossible !'’ “Seems to me that Betty has driven her ducks to a pretty poor market!’’ “Looks that way to me; but I tell you what's let’s do: Let’s send her 8 round-robin letter of congratulation as members of theclub. You're secretary, Kitty. You write just the sweetest lit- tle letter you can, and we will all sign it, won't we, girls? “Of course we will!’” —Maz Merryman. Worse White—Now that your son has gradu- ated, has he decided where he is going to work? Green—Where? He hasn't even de- The hunter—There 's one good thing about a widow. She doesn’t require half so many arrows. cided when. comicbooks.com