Judge, 1914-09-26 · page 12 of 24
Judge — September 26, 1914 — page 12: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three separate humor pieces satirizing early 20th-century social conventions: **"Shrines"** (top illustration): Shows women entering through doors labeled "Modesty" and "The Charity of Conscience," depicting how women navigated conflicting social expectations around propriety while pursuing infidelity. The cartoon mocks the hypocrisy of maintaining a respectable public facade. **"Not Quite Familiar"** (middle): A woman encounters a man on a streetcar and loudly greets him as "Mr. Smith," remarking she didn't recognize him "with your clothes on"—implying they'd met in a bathing suit. The humor derives from her accidentally publicizing an improper acquaintance, causing embarrassment to other passengers. It satirizes how easily social discretion could unravel. **"On the Job"** (bottom): A brief joke about wives overseeing their husbands' behavior, suggesting matrimonial surveillance was considered normal and expected. Overall, these pieces satirize marriage, infidelity, and the gap between Victorian propriety and actual behavior among the leisure class.
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SHRI Why, I think the average man who plays golf would consider that alone ground for divorce!"’ “Forgive me, Abigail,’’ said Hardleigh, taking her in his arms with a ki “I’m a brute! And you don’t care for that young puppy?’ “*You mean Frothman? What aquestion!’’ And she kissed him back. NES good friend, Smith, also in a bathing suit. Mr. Smith had never met Mrs, Jones, end they were accordingly introduced. Some days later, having returned to her home in the city, Mrs. Jones was riding on the street car, when some man entered the car and seated himself opposite her. The man looked up, smiled and began nodding his head. Thinking it somebody try- ing to pick up a flirtation “(And you don’t mind if I run out to the Delirium Course for the rest of the day, while you get the luggage to rights? I'll stay in this evening, dear, and we'll make up our foolish differences."’ : “Of course I don’t mind, dear."’ And Hardleigh was off in a jiffy. He hadn't been gone ten minutes before Mrs. Hard- leigh, at the telephone, invited Jack Frothman down to help her get the luggage to rights. Not Quite Familiar Mr. and Mrs. Jones, in their bathing suits, were strolling on the sand at the Oxvner—Hold on there, my man! beach one day, when they not be frightened. chanced to meet Mr. Jones’s Farmer—That won't do no good. with her, she naturally ig- nored him, Suddenly alight seemed to dawn upon her, and she ex- claimed, loud enough for other passengers sitting near to hear her plainly, “Why, how do you do, Mr. Smith? I didn’t recognize you with your clothes on.”’ A very broad smile spread over the faces of the other passengers, and Mrs. Jones hurriedly left the car at the next stop. —Charles Alma Byers. On the Job Crawford—You should be happy having a wife to over- look things in your house. Crabshaw—Take it from me, my boy, there’s mighty He's afraid of the chauffeur. little I do that she overlooks. We will stop the machine, so he will comicbooks.com