Judge, 1914-07-25 · page 7 of 24
Judge — July 25, 1914 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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The top cartoon satirizes the early 1900s dance craze, particularly the **maxixe**, a scandalous Brazilian dance that shocked American society. The poem humorously depicts how this "modern" dance has infected an entire family—from grandmothers to debutantes—suggesting how the supposedly improper dance has become socially acceptable across all ages. The central illustration shows two well-dressed men observing a woman in an elegant gown near decorative street lamps, with one saying "Rippin', isn't it?"—British slang expressing approval. This likely comments on how even conservative foreign observers find the new dancing fashionable. The "Egg View Notes" section contains gossipy small-town anecdotes with absurdist humor—taming snapdragons, mosquitoes singing, perfume mishaps—typical filler content. The "Broken Heart—Repaired" images are symbolic illustrations showing a heart split in two, then mended with a dollar sign, likely satirizing mercenary attitudes toward romance or marriage. Overall, the page reflects early 20th-century anxiety about rapidly changing social morals, particularly regarding women's liberation and modern leisure activities.
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The Maxixe—and Others (A Modern Venion of “The Minuet) GRANDMA told me all about it, Told me so I couldn’t doubt it, How she danced—the gay maxixe, All last night. Grandma’s gown was tight and trig (Grandma never was a prig), * But I thought her new blue wig. Was a fright. Have you seen my dear old tante (No one, nowadays, says ‘‘aunt’’), Since she danced off fifty pounds From her hips? She who walks to-day with vim Takes one-step toward being slim. Tante’s a mermaid in the swim, Doing dips. Sister Anne, our debutante, Goes to all the thes dansants; Mother tangoes, trots and glides (Father laughs, But some day he'll change his view Both my married sisters, too, With their other halves now do Half-and-halfs. Ready for my own debut, I've a ‘‘dancing partner,” too. We can do the innovation With eclat. Do you think we'll hesitate? No; we'll strike a lively gait— Who ishe? My frisky great- Grandpapa! —Anna Mathewson. Britisher—Oh! | say. Rippin’, isn’t it? Egg View Notes RUMAN BILGE is spending the sum- mer trying to tame a large snapping turtle. Wes Weese claims that hungry mos- quitoes sing soprano. During a drugstore fight in Spring Ledge Saturday, Ote Gimber, who was watching, got pushed through a showcase of perfumery, spilling a lot on his new clothes. He has put them on for every day. Having in mind the fair to be held in Pollywog some time in the fall, Sim Swartz, Chet Lumley and Corny Paine ran down the road Tuesday evening ina two-mile practice foot race, being joined near the church corner by Witt Larcom, who was quite anxious to find out what had happened. Dow Ludlum has got back from a week’s attempt at breaking into high Pollywog society, where he spent more time polishing his bald head than he did his manners. —Leslie Van Every. THE BROKEN HEART—— ——REPAIRED comicbooks.com