Judge, 1914-10-31 · page 7 of 24
Judge — October 31, 1914 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Judge* contains three separate humorous pieces typical of early 20th-century American satirical magazines: **"Happy Days—Her Coach and Four"** (top): A cartoon showing four boys pulling a girl in a wooden box like a coach-and-four carriage, with one boy wielding a whip. It's a playful visual pun on aristocratic luxury—children creating pretend grandeur from humble materials. **"Egg View Notes"** (left column): Rural gossip presented as humorous anecdotes about small-town characters and their mishaps—a recurring *Judge* feature poking gentle fun at country life and provincial eccentricity. **"The Weathervane"** (center): A poem by Clinton Scollard describing a flirtatious encounter where a woman atop a church weathervane is compared to an unstable romantic interest—period romantic wordplay. **"Her Delightful Inconsistency"** (bottom): Brief comic dialogues exploiting Victorian-era gender dynamics and courtship conventions—the humor relies on expected social behavior being subverted. The page exemplifies *Judge's* mix of visual comedy, rural satire, sentimental poetry, and romantic humor aimed at educated American audiences.
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HAPPY DAYS—HER COACH AND FOUR Egg View Notes \ HE report has arrived here that detectives are about to put out nets for some- body believed to be in this vicinity, and Witt Larcom has dropped everything to keep a close night-and-day watch on Moon Lake and the millpond. Ambrose Crosslots says, ‘‘When a fel- ler’s in debt, a year don’t seem to be even a pin feather on the wings of Time."’ While on a hunting trip in the Gimber swamp Tuesday afternoon, Truman Bilge seized a rabbit and three bottles by the neck, The very heavy frost that visited Egg View late Tuesday night succeeded in biting everything but a cake made by Cylindra Berger. Sid Mowry, who witnessed a game of expert billiards in Spring Ledge Satur- day, assisted both players on close shots by twisting his left leg around. Believing that his corn-shelling ma- chine is wore out, Ote Gimber will spend the first wintry day giving it a coat of paint, so it will be dry in time to set out in the yard and offer for sale in the spring. After disposing of a load of wood in Pollywog Friday, Lem Bushnell run across an old acquaintance, being very glad to see him, as the latter looked like he'd been to dinner. Leslie Van Every. The Weathervane IN THE crisp October weather, As I sauntered through the square, Bedlam seemed unloosed from tether, From the concourse gathered there. Still fast flocked the curious people, Jostling in from street and lane, For the tallest city steeple Showed a wondrous weathervane. Hat it wore, as any maid does, And beneath a jaunty arm Something looked as a sunshade does When it’s carried thus to charm. Ribbons from its waist were veering, Silhouetted on the blue, And beneath the skirt outpeering Was a natty little shoe. Round I wheeled, and there was Mabel, Rosebud mouth a-quivering. “Am I,” cried she, ‘thus unstable? Am I like that horrid thing?”’ “How unjust and how unkind, dear!”" (This I felt it wise to say!) “But I really shouldn’t mind, dear, If the wind would blow my way! Clinton Scollard. Her Delightful Inconsistency Robbie (from the depths of a bedtime cuddle)—Mother, you ’member you told me to-day that no one could possibly love dirty, noisy little boys? Mother—Yes, dear. What about it? Robbie—Then what for are you huggin’ me so tight? J Je DID HE? Jack—Would you scream if I should kiss yu? Florence—Why, Jack, I have such a cold I can scarcely whisper. comicbooks.com