Judge, 1914-06-27 · page 13 of 25
Judge — June 27, 1914 — page 13: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page features multiple short humorous pieces satirizing early 20th-century social life and gender relations. **Main cartoon**: A visual puzzle asks readers to find "the lucky bachelor" who can do none of the fashionable activities (bridge, motoring, tango dancing, tennis, rowing). The joke satirizes how modern leisure activities had become mandatory social accomplishments—finding someone who avoids all of them is nearly impossible. **Key satirical pieces**: - **"A Mistake Somewhere"**: A pun mocking Mrs. Gottalotte's mishearing "altruist" as "bass" (a musical voice)—light wordplay humor. - **"Otherwise Occupied"**: Jokes about a wife too busy with her *sewing society club work* to actually sew her husband's buttons—ironic commentary on women's clubs as time-wasting rather than productive. - **"Works Both Ways"**: A gender-equality joke where a woman counters men's complaint about wives by noting men also deserve criticism—relatively progressive for the era. The overall tone mocks leisure culture, women's social organizations, and marital dynamics typical of Judge's satirical approach.
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AT THE SUMMER HOTEL Find the lucky bachelor who can neither play bridge, run a motor car, dance the ‘tango, play tennis, nor row a boat. Afterthought you TOIL o’er your poem, you polish and hack, Till satisfied that you have nailed it. eye, A method of treatment much better, alack! Occurs to you—after you've mailed it. {The one touch it needed ee to make it unique W Is missing, howe’er you ( BY bewail it; ") Yer So if in your poem perfec- tion you seek, The moral is plain—do not mail it! —Dan Shea. A Mistake Somewhere. “Our minister,’’ said Mrs. Oldcastle, “appears to be a real altruist.’’ “Oh, I think you must be mistaken!"’ replied Mrs. Gottalotte. ‘‘It seems to me by the sound of his voice that he must be a bass.’’ Otherwise Occupied HEMANDHAW’S coat was fastened shut with a safety pin. ‘‘Button broke off a few days ago,’’ he half apolo- getically explained to Umson. “Haven't you any patent buttons?’’ “Yes, plenty of them; but they’re all in use.’” “You're a married man, aren't you?’’ “You know I am."’ “Then why doesn’t your wife sew on some buttons for you2”’ “She hasn't time.’’ ‘*What keeps her so busy?’’ “It’s her club work. You see, she holds an important office in a sewing society that meets four times a week.’’ Wood Nymphs—and Others A wood nymph is a rarity That makes but small appeal to me. So many softer nymphs there be, I never, never, never could Grow daffy o’er one made of wood! Candor I AM free to admit that your gown and its fit Were no vivid delight to my eye, And the style of your hat and your shoes and all that Made me let out no lingering sigh. My memory halts; or—twas it a waltz, Or was it an Argentine? I recall but a dance— an impassioned glance In the midst of that festive scene; And before I could speak, you were off like a streak In your partner’s arms—and so, Tam down in your book with that burn- ing look As the fellow that stepped on your toe. —Thomas L. L. Ryan. Works Both Ways He—Men, as a class, deserve better wives than they get. She—They would have them, too, if their wives only had better husbands. comicbooks.com