Judge, 1914-08-01 · page 6 of 24
Judge — August 1, 1914 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This is a romantic comedy story about a man named Wagley who attempts to manipulate his girlfriend Trixie through a trick. He pretends he's leaving town forever, expecting her to reveal her feelings. Instead, she responds with indifference, devastating him. The joke's twist: Trixie announces she's getting married to someone else. Wagley is crushed—not caring about her was bad enough, but losing her to another man is worse. However, Trixie reveals she was joking about the wedding all along, testing *his* feelings. The satire mocks both parties: his manipulative scheme backfires, and her playful deception proves she's equally shrewd. The lower cartoon ("Eulogistic") is a brief joke about alimony—a woman boasts her ex-husbands always paid promptly. These pieces reflect early 20th-century dating anxieties and gender dynamics in romance.
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Tricks and- Trixie By TERRELL LOVE HOLLIDAY ««(GGEE!" chuckled Wagley. ‘I have to laugh! Won't it be a good one on Trix? Dear old girl! Nota bit like hername! It might not work with a different kind of girl, but Trix always bites,’’ Trixie Thweet came down to the music room, where her caller waited, looking so sweet and beautiful that he could scarcely refrain from ex- ecuting the latter half of his program first. However, he restrained himself, and later in the evening, pulling a long face, announced, “TI guess this is our last evening to- gether.”’ “Is it?’’ Her manner indicated sur- prise only. “'Yes,’’ he answered, staggered by her indifference. ‘I am going far, very far away."’ “I'm sorry.’’ She said it as one does when informed that the fourth cousin of chance acquaintance has the mumps. There was now no pretense about Wag- ley’s gloom. He considered and hastily MANY RESPONDED Foreman (typewriter factory) —Have yoa had any experience in assembling type- writers ? Applicant—Oh, sure! I advertised for fone once, at twenty a week. dismissed the idea of taking poison and dying upon her doorstep. “Probably I shall never see you again."” “Oh, that’s too bad!"’ she said, with genuine feeling. ‘I wanted you to come to my wedding.”’ “The man?’’ demanded Wagley hoarsely. That she didn’t care for him was bad enough, but the idea of her actually belonging to another was infinitely worse. “His name is a secret for the present,"’ she confided, coloring. “I'm so sorry you'll not be here !"” “She is sorry - afraid I'll be too far away to give her a wedding present,’’ thought Wagley bitterly. He mumbled the conventional hope- you'll-be-happy speech, consulted his watch and said good-by. 1 3, She let him get to the door be- tebedabe Rracns fore calling softly, ‘Eddie, 1 was = joking about the wedding.’ “Trixie! Dear!’ he cried, Mi edllieletdicisiae bounding toward her, arms out- rs. Alfalfa Well, I will say one thing for my first two husbands, gsiched: Mrs. Featherby—What's that ? . , : eas ‘ Mrs. Alfalfa—They always paid their alimony promptly. “No, no!"’ she said, avoiding his comicbooks.com