Judge, 1914-09-05 · page 7 of 24
Judge — September 5, 1914 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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This page contains romantic and social humor typical of early 20th-century Judge magazine. **"Some Forgotten Wrecks - Sunset Scene"**: A sentimental romantic narrative where a couple shares an intimate sunset moment. The satire lies in the editors' commentary appended as "We believe," which reduces the entire poetic buildup to the punchline that the kiss—not the elaborate natural description—is "the most important part of the sunset." This mocks both overwrought romantic literature and male priorities. **"Learned by Experience"**: A brief domestic humor piece about a wife frustrated with her particular husband, with a spouse offering practical advice to "make the best of him"—typical period commentary on marriage adjustment. **"Lovely Woman"**: Light verse mocking the "Fourteen slouch" (a fashionable posture or dance move of the era), suggesting women's modern affectations are less sympathetic than traditional feminine "folly." **"Back from the Front"**: An illustration (likely referencing WWI) shows a soldier returning home in a cart, though context is limited. The page emphasizes romantic, domestic, and social satire rather than political commentary.
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SOME FORGOTTEN Sunset Scene HEY sat in silence, not very far from each other, and looked across the tropic fields. A spell came upon them. The faint smile that had rested upon her dewy lips stole away and was 4 lost in the soft beauty of her tinted cheeks. He tried to speak—but only gazed into her wonderful eyes. The spell deepened. He drew nearer. The sun went down in a golden blaze. Rose color swept upward through the sky. Haze gathered and clouds shifted. Bird notes, few and faint, died away. A breath of wind ruf- fled the expanse of palmetto. Clearer, cooler, sweeter came the air. There were shades of violet, crimson and saf- fron in the sky. Zigzag streaks of scar- let lighted the day's death. A blue-tinted mass of clouds swept nearer, nearer to the fading scarlet. He moved yet a little closer to her. Trees stood so wondrous clear in sil- houette that earth and sky framed them as still pictures. Far in the east purple twilight laid its mystic glory upon the landscape. Yet nearer he came, and his manly arm lay lightly upon her exquisite shoulder. The southern sky was neutral, smoky dusk. Only oblong masses of mottled scarlet remained in the west. Again came the call of birds. Night winds sighed. As though by a common impulse, he sighed and she sighed. Purple closed over the western sky. Now was perfect peace. Stiller than the world’s end, and more wonderful than any birth, than all color or endless space was this coming of the night. The lin- gering glow of rose and gold was almost done. He kissed her passionately. And again. . . . . . WRECKS We believe: (1) That he did right. (2) That this was the most important part of the sunset. Fred Ladd. Learned by Experience **My husband is so pernickety, I don’t know what to make of him!’’ “T can tell you, my dear. best of him.’’ Make the Lovely Woman When lovely woman stoops to folly, The world may weep; and yet its grouch Won't be so spiced with melancholy As when she does the ’Fourteen slouch. BACK FROM THE FRONT comicbooks.com