Judge, 1914-08-29 · page 6 of 24
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This page contains three distinct humor pieces satirizing American social conventions: **"An Old Parody"** mocks professional humorists who've exhausted their material—the protagonist has joked about mother-in-laws, suffragettes, and labor disputes so thoroughly that he abandons humor writing entirely. **"Perfect Candor"** satirizes the era's pretense of radical honesty. Two young people claim to reject social convention and politeness, but their brutally frank conversation about each other's appearance and income reveals they're simply substituting cruel directness for genuine refinement—still playing a game, just differently. **"An Honored Humorist"** pays tribute to Rev. Robert J. Burdette, a formerly prominent newspaper humorist (Burlington Hawkeye) now working as a clergyman in California. The bottom cartoon, "Ingenuous," is a simple pun: a child asks to attend a fancy dress party as a "condensed milkmaid," playing on the term "condensed milk." The page reflects early-20th-century anxieties about authenticity versus social performance.
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An Old Parody By TED ROBINSON ‘THE YOUMERIST sat in an easy chair —the chair wasn't easy for him! His eyes were fixed in a vacant glare, and his mug was dark and grim. “I've kidded the maw of the mother-in- law,’’ said he, “and the suf- fragette, And social con- tentions and labor conven- ions and coun- try-wide drought; and yet, Tet Robinson, a, 9. 1. “Though my liver is dull and my brain is whirled and my mind is dribbling away, Why, this is the funniest thing in the world—this being funny for pay!’’ Then the youmerist quitted his easy job —backed out of his ancient stall— And joined the ranks of the old, old mob that is funny for nothing at all! Perfect Candor By 8. FE. KISER «| HATE conventionality,’’ said Penel- ope Patmore. ‘‘Nothing bores me so much as the transparent pretensions of people whose one aim in life is to be polite. “It is refresh- ing to meet a girl with your ideas,’’ replied Wilberforce Blunt. ‘I am sick of the sham and deceit that make up what most people suppose to be refinement.’’ ‘*There is no reason why you and I should not be perfectly frank with each other.’’ ‘‘No reason in the world. To begin with, I will tell you candidly that I am inclined to admire you."’ “I should be doing what I have con- demned in others if I neglected to say that I am glad you admire me. Every girl is glad to be admired, even if she doesn't always care for the man who ad- mires her. I have thought of you asa S.E. Kiser, aon. possible husband. You are rather good- looking, and you have more than average intelligence."” “You will understand that I have no intention to boast when I say that I am the superior of most men. I possess most of the qualities that make for greatness."’ “I'm afraid you’ over-estimate your character. .Your receding chin is an in- dication of weakness.’’ “But my chin doesn’t recede much,’’ “‘Not much, but enough to indicate that you are not a forceful man. With a strong chin, you might be a man of some consequence. “TI think I am a man of some conse- quence." “Your income doesn’t indicate that you are. It is that which has caused me to hesitate whenever I have thought of you as a possible husband. So far the candor has all been on my part. Now tell me candidly what you are thinking. You said a moment ago that you admired me."" “T said I was inclined to admire you. If your nose did not tilt as it does, I should consider you rather pretty. Shall I tell you what I think of your eyes?”’ lo; and you needn't ever speak to me An Honored Humorist ONE OF the most highly honored among the American Press Humorists, though he is no longer actively associated with the boys, is the Rev. Robert J. Burdette, now a cler- gyman at Pasadena, Cali fornia, and termed “the perpet- ual parson’’ of the hu- morist body. Years ago, when collo- quially known as ‘‘Bob"’ Burdette, he made the Burlington Hawkeye famous with his witand humor. Asked to send a few words to this number of Jupce, he replied in part: Dear Old JupGR: Favor you? Such a request is a favor from you. 1 am flattered by it. More than that, Lam pleased by it. Try me on something harder (not worse), With many years of pleasant memories Tam most cordially yours, hy Gantt Kobert J. Burdette. a.e.m. NGENUOUS Little Giadys—Mamma, may I go to Mary's fancy dress party as a milkmaid? Mamma—No, dearie, you are too small Little Gladys—Then may 1 go as a condensed milkmaid? comicbooks.com