Judge, 1914-12-05 · page 14 of 36
Judge — December 5, 1914 — page 14: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three distinct pieces of satirical content: **Main Story Illustration** ("The Doctor's Christmas is the Day After"): Shows a domestic comedy where Dr. Henderson, apparently a bachelor, is introduced to a woman by the Hicketts—who turns out to be Mrs. Henderson, a woman he'd spent a year avoiding. The satire mocks the irony of fate forcing together people determined to avoid each other, and possibly critiques bachelor physicians' avoidance of matrimonial responsibility. **"Her Cigars"** (poem): A humorous nostalgic piece about receiving cigars as a Christmas gift. It contrasts youthful cigar-sickness with adult resignation, satirizing both the pretense of enjoying tobacco and marital gift-giving dynamics. **"Imperative"** (joke): A brief exchange mocking wives' financial demands during Christmas season, suggesting spousal requests are forceful rather than polite requests—satire of marriage finances and gender dynamics. Overall, the page satirizes bachelor life, marriage, holiday gift-giving, and domestic power dynamics through gentle, middle-class humor typical of early 20th-century *Judge* magazine.
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THE DOCTOR'S CHRISTMAS IS THE DAY AFTER for bachelors, he says, have neither obligations nor consciences I'm sure you'll be delighted to meet. She tells me she has —he rages. But let’s go down and I'll introduce you."” traveled far within a year looking for a husband.” As Mrs. Hickett and Mr. Henderson walked slowly to the And thus Henderson unexpectedly met Mrs. Henderson, from shore he spoke rapidly in low tones to her, but she simply whom he had spent a year in flight. laughed. Mr. Hickett apparently misconstrued her joyousness, . for he frowned as they approached, Her Cigars “I'll introduce you first.’’ said Mrs. Hickett, ‘to a woman MY DEAR wife Rosina presented to me A beautiful box of cigars. I wili try one to-night as I sit by the fire And gaze at the grate’s glowing bars. There’s a magic, a charm in an excellent weed That soothes all your worry and care, And your troubles ascend with the silvery smoke And vanish away into air. CN Oh, well I remember the time when ‘a boy I smoked a cigar on the sly, And how wretchedly sick in the woodshed I lay 4 And prayed in my anguish to die! Just now as a man I am feeling again Those horrible qualms of the past. The cigar that I smoked in the shed was the first, And Rosina’s, you bet! is the last.—Minna Irving. Imperative 1 Crawford —Does your wife beg you for Christmas money? “THESE WORDS ENPRESS MY CHRISTMAS Crabshaw—I wouldn't put it exactly that way. She issues SENTIMENTS TO YOU” an ultimatum.