Judge, 1914-04-25 · page 5 of 24
Judge — April 25, 1914 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several humorous sketches satirizing early 20th-century social conventions and gender relations. **"Will He Survive?"** depicts a man caught between romantic interest and maternal control—the caption "you'll have to ask mamma" suggests mothers' excessive influence over adult sons' romantic choices, a common satirical target. **"A Preference"** is a poem mocking flowery Victorian courtship rituals, advocating instead for direct physical affection over elaborate romantic gestures. **"Not Athletic"** jokes about a sports reporter's embarrassment after claiming expertise he lacks. **"Proving It"** and **"What Did He Do?"** present workplace and relationship power dynamics through witty dialogue. **"No Testimony Necessary"** mocks marital assumptions about domestic competence. The overall theme critiques outdated social pretenses while celebrating directness and authenticity.
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aN i aa brtitetit A Preference SHALL not try to sonnetize Upon my Daphne's lovely eyes— 'Twere sweeter far to go ahead And gaze into their depths instead! I shall not try to pen a line Upon her cherry lips, divine— I much prefer to drop my lute And gather in their luscious fruit! V'll not essay a lyric strain On how her touch kills all my pain— I'd really much prefer to stand Beside her and to hold her hand! I'll not attempt in formal verse Her smiling glories to rehearse— I'd rather sit and smile while she Reveals new glories unto me! I'll make no effort to encage Her beauties on a printed page— 'Twere sweeter far to clasp her charms Within my own more human arms! Blakeney Gray, What Did He Do? He—I'll bet you a kiss I kiss you! She—I'll bet you a boxed ear you don’t! WILL HE SURVIVE? “Yes, dear; but you'll have to ask mamma.” Not Athletic Reporter—What is your favorite sport? Musical-comedy star—A young million- aire. NO TESTIMONY NECESSARY Kathryn—V'll have you to understand you didn’t marry a cook when you married me. Lucel—1 know that. Proving It A CERTAIN New York city editor, who is cordially hated by his men, was complaining to the star reporter that he was misunderstood, “You're just like the rest of them, I guess,’’ he grumbled; ‘‘go out and hang over a bar and cuss me. Say I'm a flinty-hearted old grouch and I ought to be poisoned. I can’t understand it. I'd do anything for my boys—anything at all.’’ Just then the telephone bell rang. The city editor picked up the receiver. He listened a moment, and then he said, “Smith, eh? Too sick to come in, are you? You're a liar, you’re drunk, and you're fired!” and he hung up the receiver. Which Wins ? It is the old situation—Villa manag- ing from the field, and Huerta from the bench. There has always been difference of opinion as to which is the better system. comicbooks.com