Judge, 1914-08-22 · page 6 of 24
Judge — August 22, 1914 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains multiple brief humorous sketches and satirical pieces typical of early-20th-century Judge magazine. **Top cartoon** ("A Private Performance"): Shows a woman watching a theatrical farce performance, satirizing popular entertainment tastes of the era. **"She Didn't Really Mean That"**: A hostess insults a guest by continuing work, claiming she's avoiding wasting time—satirizing false politeness and social hypocrisy. **"A Boston Cabaret"**: Mocks Boston's intellectual culture, imagining cabaret entertainment would consist of "psychical research" lectures and Browning poetry readings rather than actual entertainment—stereotyping Bostonians as pretentiously highbrow. **Other pieces** include gentle domestic humor ("Plenty of Time" about marital apathy), commentary on theatrical quality, and brief romantic quips. The satire targets class pretensions, social conventions, and regional stereotypes—common Judge themes. The material reflects early-1900s attitudes toward entertainment, gender roles, and urban American life.
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& SX Vd] ane \ \\ AIS) avon Peary” A PRIVATE PERFORMANCE OF THE POPULAR FARCE COMEDY, “WILL YOU MARRY ME?" simple way! Why, only a little thought will convince any reasonable being that this is what is wrong with us. Don’t we know that even our own angelic selves SHE DIDN'T REALLY MEAN THAT Hostess—Pardon me if I continue my work while you are here. I shall then feel that I am not wasting the time. are fit for treasons, stratagems, spoils, scandals, folly and wickedness when we're sleepy? And just now aren’t most of us so sleepy that we think we can’t sleep? We owe a parental duty to ourselves and these wide-eyed, hectic, excited broth- ers and sisters. Of course they’ll strug- gle, as all rebellious children do, when we apply the remedy, and will protest, like the youngsters again, that they are not sleepy. But we know better, don’t we? The professor has told us. Society, haul out the trundle bed. Gather the erring children together—by parental force, if necessary —and tuck them under the covers, Bid them sleep for their nerves’ sake, for their hearts’ sake, for their souls’ sake. Come, poor, deluded gunmen, simple- minded burglars, naughty divorcees, tired business men, overwrought society wom- en, flighty speeders, and you, too, whim- sical professor, left standing there drows- ing on the platform after you'd spoken your piece! Now we know what you need to calm your collective unrest and restore you to blessed normality. It’s a nice, sound nap twelve hours long every night. A Boston Cabaret “Why don’t you Bostonians install cab- aret features?"’ asked the New York man, “What are they?"’ “Bits of entertainment in restaurants while you eat. “The idea seems attractive,’? murmured the Hubbite. ‘*We could have short talks on psychical research and brief readings from Browning, eh?”’ The Sun Bather Her suit is very Frenchy, And many hearts she'll wreck While posing. That is when she Expects you'll rubberneck. The best proof of the immortality of Shakespeare is the amount of murdering he stands at the hands of barn-storming actors on the one-night circuits. Why He Loved Her So My love's not like the red, red rose. Her nose toward heav’n doth mount; She's pigeon-toed and cross-eyed, too— But, oh, her bank account! —AMargaret 0. Baye Plenty of Time Mrs. Gnaggs—And just to think! used to say you would die for me! Mr. Gnaggs—Well, don’t hurry me, my dear; don’t hurry me. You SELF-EFFACEMENT She (after a stolen kiss)—Sir, you forgot your- self! He—Oh well, I can think of myself any old time ! comicbooks.com