Judge, 1915-01-09 · page 5 of 24
Judge — January 9, 1915 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
The main cartoon depicts an elaborate formal gathering with elaborately dressed figures in period costume. The hostess's caption—"I insist that you stay and have just a little snack"—suggests satire about excessive hospitality or pretense at social gatherings. Below are four humorous short pieces: "Wanted—A Twilight Sleep for Potés" mocks a bird's complaints about childbirth; "Grounds for Complaint" jokes about German butter and Irish stew quality; "Misinformed" plays on miscommunication; and "Revenge," "Hitting the Mark," and "Mathematically Speaking" are brief comedic anecdotes about romantic disappointment, poetry appreciation, and congressional incompetence, respectively. The page emphasizes social satire and domestic humor typical of Judge's early 20th-century focus, though specific contemporary references remain unclear without additional context.
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s s a wo @ CS Hostess—I insist that you ctay and have just a little snack Wanted—A Twilight Sleep for Potes TORK Scopolamin, that comes in the gloaming, Rare bird of the twilight sleep, Couldn't I hire you, old scout, when I'm pomeing? Parturient potes, verses— Oh, how they wail and they weep, Filling the air with their howlings and curses! giving birth to their How grand it would be to go bye-bye, and waking, Find a wonderful child of my brain Cooing here on my desk and my forehead not aching! Stork Scopolamin, please help the deserving! Old bird, have you thought of the pain Of a Jove who's condemned to diurnal Minerving? —Don Marquis. There is something about a handsome widow that makes it easier to propose to her than to keep from it. Grounds for Complaint Mrs. Heavyswell—I hear that German but- ler you liked so much has left. Mrs. Eppycure—Yes; he complained that the cook was not observing strict neutrality when she served Irish stew. Misinformed ‘*Hello, Dotty! What are you doing these days?" **Same old thing."’ “Are you really? abroad."" I thought he went Revenge I talked and talked with my lady love, Till the dawn grew bright in the skies above, And a rooster crew. Then I madea start, For fear of her father, to depart; But on going I met that daylight booster, And killed that much too previous rooster! Hitting the Mark (THERE came a great poet, who sang a great lay In the course of his lifetime, then passed on his way; And people had nothing whatever to say, Quite nothing, quite nothing, quite nothing. But next came a rhymer, who wrote, in his way, A hundred and eighty-five poems a day; And straightway the multitude shouted, **Hooray ! Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful !’" —John Brown Jewett. Mathematically Speaking Second cook—Did you expect me to scrape those fish you just disemboweled? First cook—Yes. They are drawn to scale. Many a congressman who returns home to look after his fences finds himself up against a stone wall. comicbooks.com