Judge, 1914-10-31 · page 9 of 24
Judge — October 31, 1914 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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This page contains **three distinct satirical pieces**: 1. **"A Query Misunderstood"** (top): A brief comic dialogue mocking women's suffrage. A man asks if two can live as cheaply as one; a woman eagerly agrees. The caption sneers that women aren't mentally qualified to vote—the implication being she misunderstood his economic question as romantic interest, proving female political incompetence. 2. **"Moments"** (center, by Charles Hanson Towne): A sentimental irony contrasting a wealthy opera-goer and a night-shift laborer. Each envies the other's freedom—she wants his physical strength and independence; he wants her leisure and wealth. They pass unknowingly, each trapped by circumstance. 3. **"His Only Chance"** (bottom): A brief joke suggesting politician "Hon. Bray Lowder" can only win election by running under an assumed name—commentary on his unpopularity or questionable character. The page reflects early-20th-century attitudes: anti-suffrage sentiment, class commentary, and political cynicism.
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A QUERY MISUNDERSTOOD Algernon—Do you think two can live as cheaply as one, Miss Simpkins? tainly do! FASHIONABLE Woman, com- ing from the Opera in the rosy nest of a Limousine, passed a group of Laborers at mid- night. Machines, like terrible Animals, were burrowing into the Earth, Steam was hiss- ing, as if from the mouths of a million Serpents. Rocks flew in every direction. Torch- lights flamed. There was the thunder of Labor. The Night Shift was in full swing. And the Woman, glancing from the window at a certain Workman, for an in- stant thought, “How I wish I had that brawny Labor- allgernon—How sad! Moments (A Little Fable of To-day) By CHARLES HANSON TOWNE er’s strength and Joy of Life! How I envy him his Power, his physical perfee- tion, the wonder of his Manhood, his free- dom from the Shackles that bind me. He is his own master, while I am a slave— the slave of a Man I despise!” At that moment the Laborer paused long enough by the deep Chasm where his Engine rocked to glance into the Motor as it sped by him, And he thought, Miss Simpkins (eagerly)—Yes, Algernon, yes! And still women think they are mentally qualified for the ballot! I cer. “Oh, to be like her! To know Leisure and Wealth and Rest! To be free from Drudgery and Toil, to come and go as I pleased! To throw off the chains of Debt and Worry, and have the days and nights stretch ahead of me like a Field of Flow- ers!"” But in another instant the Motor was gone. The Torchlights flared brighter than ever. And each had forgotten the other. His Only Chance “Do you think the Hon. Bray Lowder has any show for being elected to the Legislature?”’ “‘Not unless he run under an alias.” comicbooks.com