Judge, 1915-01-09 · page 3 of 24
Judge — January 9, 1915 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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This page presents a short comedic story illustrated with fashion sketches. The narrative describes a chance encounter on Fifth Avenue between Mirabel and Hugh Bander, who pretend not to know each other despite being married. Hugh claims he's meeting someone at the Baldorf (likely the Waldorf), while Mirabel insists she's going to Lakewood. Later that evening, they coincidentally meet at Razzle's Restaurant with other companions—Hugh with "a woman quite as attractive as Mirabel." The satire targets upper-class marital infidelity and social hypocrisy. The couple's elaborate pretense of separate activities, followed by their embarrassing encounter at a public venue with romantic companions, mocks the shallow "social amenities" that allowed wealthy New Yorkers to maintain appearances while conducting affairs.
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esaTINeEe Social Amenities HEY met on Fifth Avenue. It was afternoon. T “T thought,’’ said Mirabel, ‘‘ you were going over to Lakewood?"* “I am, later,”? replied Hugh Bander. ‘‘My car is round the corner. I was just going to meet a man at the Baldorf. I thought you were going to motor up to the Jimsons, at Larchmont. Where's your limousine?"’ “Why, I ‘phoned and found the Jimsons were coming totown. My car is over there—see?"’ And as Hugh looked in the direction indicated, Mirabel shot a glance in another at a chap who had been coming toward her when Hugh appeared, but who now turned away. ‘‘I'm going to shop and then go back home,’’ she chirped. “And it'll be beastly dining alone!"" “Can't help it!’’ responded Hugh. ‘‘Au revoir And he left Mirabel, who watched him as he disappeared in the Baldorf. A moment later she was joined by the chap who had been exchanging glances with her. A few minutes later Hugh came out of the hotel, looked about a bit, signaled his car, got in and was off. Mirabel's car had disappeared. In the evening there was a gay crowd at Razzle’s Res- taurant, a spacious resort where food was a feature, though dancing was the attraction. Mirabel and the chap she had met on Fifth Avenue had dined together and were dancing. During this exercise they invaded a remote corner where several persons were still at table. Among these was Hugh, with a woman quite as attractive as Mirabel. “Why,"’ exclaimed Mirabel, drawing her partner out of the maze, ‘‘here he is! Hugh, dear, let me introduce Mr. Bramwell—Mr. Bramwell, my husband."’ “And permit me,"’ responded Bramwell, with noncha- lance, smiling at Bander’s companion, ‘‘to return the courtesy. Mrs. Bander, my wife—Mrs. Bramwell, Mrs. Bander. J. ASW, — *** I'M GOING TO SHOP AND THEN GO BACK HOME,” SHE CHIRPED ’” comicbooks.com