Judge, 1914-02-28 · page 9 of 24
Judge — February 28, 1914 — page 9: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several unrelated humor pieces typical of early 20th-century Judge magazine. The main cartoon shows "Jones" absent-mindedly displaying poor dinner etiquette—likely fidgeting, distraction, or awkward behavior—when invited to dine out, satirizing social pretension and the anxiety of formal dining among middle-class Americans. The other pieces include: - **"The Up-to-date Chink"**: A dated ethnic stereotype featuring a Chinese character speaking broken English, reflecting the casual racism common in period publications - **"Jim's Response"**: A domestic humor piece about a one-eyed man's witty comeback to his critical wife - **Poetry and aphorisms** on romance, labor, and social observation The "Lost Courtesy" panel depicts a husband at a store counter searching for his wife—a common marital humor trope of the era. The satire targets middle-class social anxieties, domestic relations, and workplace interactions rather than specific political figures or events.
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Borg ra SS THE LUNCH-ROOM HABIT Jones displays a bit of absent-mindedness on one of the rare occasions when he is invited out to dinner. Ra. The Up-to-date Chink ZAID a Chink, yclept Sam Man- g go, : » Who could dance like an orang-outang, oh! “I don’t play fan-tan, Likee rest Chinaman, But, like Melican, I dancee fan-tango.”” Jim’s Response Because of her own good looks, Mrs. Hatch felt she married beneath her when she “took up’? with one-eyed Jim. For six months she was faithful to her vow never to twit her husband about his de- formity; then, one day, her sharp tongue got the better of her. Jim listened quietly to his wife's esti- mate of himself, physical and otherwise. "* he spoke at last, in his calm u're my wife now, but if I'd had two eyes, I’d ’a’ looked furder."’ Honches No one has ever seen the shadow of a doubt. Fortune smiles without showing her front teeth. No one has ever been able to measure a far cry. The pink of propriety is not raised in the florist’s hothouse. To a Photograph DEAR Lady of My Heart's Desire, How can I work at all, When you are smiling down on me So sweetly, from the wall? I cannot twang the poet’s lyre, You disconcert me so; And yet it’s very good to be Disturbed that way, I trow! When youare here my heart’s so light I cannot do my stint, And when you go upon your way Life seems so dull of tint 1 mope and mutter day and night And cannot work, it’s true, Because my eyes forever stay Upon this print of you. Dear Lady of My Heart’s Desire, You are my all in all, And, oh! you look exceeding fair, Upon my study wall! But since my labor is for hire, I'll have to risk your frown; I cannot work with you up there, And so I'll take you down! —Berton Braley. Providential rainbows !’’ ««HE SEEMS to be always chasing “Yes; that appears to be his method of providing for a rainy day.’* A misnomer—The dress circle at the LOST COURTESY Affable floorwalker—Ab, my dear sir, what is your pleasure? Maurice—Nothing. I'm looking for my wife. comicbooks.com