Judge, 1914-08-15 · page 5 of 24
Judge — August 15, 1914 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This page satirizes early 20th-century beach fashion through a scene at what appears to be a seaside pier or boardwalk. The caption's dialogue—"What's the idea, County? Is it a bet?" / "Main, non; C'est simple. Alter-et I-ride I sweem-et, voila!"—mocks a woman wearing a hybrid outfit combining riding habit and swimming costume. The satire targets the impracticality of women's fashionable clothing. The figure demonstrates an absurd "combination costume" attempting to serve multiple purposes (horseback riding and swimming), illustrating the ridiculous constraints Victorian and Edwardian dress imposed on women's activities. The accompanying article, "The Amateur Woodsman" by Douglas Malloch, shifts to discussing woods vacations, making this page a mixed-content satirical feature typical of Judge magazine.
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A COMBINATION COSTUME “What's the idea, Count? Is it a bet?” INCE the woods are in- vaded each year at about this time by sundry and divers per- sons (more sundry than divers, as the rocking-the-boat and caught-in-a-squall statis- tics will show), it might be well to skid together a few paragraphs of advice for such rook- ies and buckwheaters, in order to cut down the gone-but-not-forgotten columns of the Sunday papers. Not that we would cause any hearts unduly to pitapat under the near-silk shirts and peekaboo shirtwaists of such per- sons, The woods are as safe as any place in the world. We have seen people shiver and creep so close to the fire that they broiled their shins when the night came down in the woods, when, as a matter of ; “Mais, non; c'est simple. The Amateur Woodsman By DOUGLAS MALLOCH fact, there wasn’t an automobile within twenty miles, a street car within forty, and a stick-up man within a hundred. Compared with the cabaret belt or the financial district of a large city, the woods are as safe as a nickel in the possession of a Scotchman. But there are certain precautions to be taken in the woods, as everywhere else, and if the rooky will only follow our ad- vice, there is no reason why he should not return to the city from his vacation in the woods entirely or practically intact and ready to go back to work after a few days of rest ina flat. While a vacation After-r I r-ride 1 sweem-et, voila!” is always a severe strain on the nerv- ous system, there is no cause for alarm; a few days of catching up on the books or rearranging stock will put a person into almust as good shape as he or she was before he or she went away. When one is going to spend a week or two in the woods, the first thing to think about is one’s outfit. It is well to begin thinking about this along about Christmas, so you will have time to for- get the things you intended to take before you actually make the start. The origi- nal draft of a woods outfit.as outlined for you by the blond young man in the sport- ing goods department looks like the speci- fications for a super-Dreadnought. It in- cludes everything from anti-mosquito-bite to a folding gasoline stove. It contains enough junk to furnish six rooms for $87. Now, while a player-piano would be nice in camp, it is a hard thing to get overa comicbooks.com