Judge, 1915-02-06 · page 22 of 24
Judge — February 6, 1915 — page 22: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains two sections: **advertising** (left) and **light humor pieces** (right). The **left side** advertises the "Studio of Pictorial Art, Inc.," a mail-order art school claiming to teach cartooning and illustration under Grant E. Hamilton's direction. The pitch argues that artistic skill cannot be self-taught—you need formal instruction to understand "what to emphasize and what to omit" in caricature. This reflects early 1900s attitudes about professionalization and the growing market for commercial illustration and comics. The **right side** contains three brief, genteel humor pieces typical of *Judge* magazine's style: "An Indiscreet Memory" (awkward reunion with childhood friend), "A Woman's Logic" (absurdist fable about male follishness), and "Sentiment Jolted" (husband's romantic gesture punctured when wife reveals she just wants him to match hair puffs at the store). These are mild domestic comedies with no political content—humor for middle-class readers.
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You can’t sell your drawings unless they are technically correct and you can only acquire this technique under skilful guidance. In comic art particularly, the clever caricature depends altogether ona proper understanding of what to empha- size and what to om/t, and this knowledge can only be had through instruction. You cannot become a skilled artist without instruction any more than you could be a finished musician and play only by ear. Men are born with genius, but art is the practical and skilful application of natural ability. We send you this instruction by mail and your indi- vidual training comes under the personal direction of Mr. Grant E. Hamilton, an artist of international repu- tation. This school has been established eleven years and has developed many first-class illustrators who are now earning good incomes from their art. Only a limited number of students will be taken, so write at once. Studio of Pictorial Art, Inc. Established 1903 172 Fifth Avenue, New York Stories ‘with Smifes An Indiscreet Memory—You and that very charming Miss Malcolm were boy-and. girl friends, I'm told."" ‘ “I saw you talking to her. Yo have had a delightful time rec: neg days."* “Well, no. I tried to make it pleasant but it didn't seem to work. I recalled t her how she climbed trees and fences when she ten years old, and she gave mea freezing look. Then I asked her to remem. ber how she was thrown from an overturned bobsled and went head foremost into a snowdrift and stuck there. ‘You were seven years old,” 1 said, ‘and I recall that you wore'— What do you think she did?” I dunno. id ‘Sir!" and stalked away." lain Dealer. e _ alling early land A Woman's Logic—The following fable, which is probably of Turkish origin, is not without a touch of truth: As a woman was walking, a man looked at and followed her, “Why,” id she, ‘*do you follow me?” **Because,"' he replied, *'I have fallen in love with you."* “Why so? My sister, who is coming after me, much handsomer than I am. Go and make love to her."* | The man turned back and saw a woman with an ugly face, and being greatly dis pleased, returned and said, ‘**Why should you tell me a falschood? { The woman answered, ‘Neither did you tell the truth; for if you were in love with me, why did you look back for another woman?"'—Pathfinder. Startling Answer—Mr. Brown had jus had a telephone put in, connecting his offce and house, and was very much pleasd | with it. “I tell you, the telephone is a wonderful thing. I want you to dine with me this evening, and I will notify Mrs. Brown t | expect you."’ Speaking through the tele phone: ‘*My friend Smith will dinewithas | this ing.’ Then to his friend: “Now | nd hear how plain her reply comes Brown's reply came back with sta | tling distinctness. | “Ask your friend Smith if he thinks w keep a hotel."'—Philadelphia Ledger. Sentiment Jolted—Jus’ as the happy bas band of a few months was about to leat home for the daily office grind, his wilt placed a hand upon his arm. “Harry, dear,"’ she softly said, “haven't k of my hair somewhere in yoo you al indeed, swectheart,"” was the prompt response of hubby, and he affection ately embraced the sharer of his sorrow) and joys. ‘‘I have it right here in te pocket closest to my hea: “Tha fine, Harry!’ delightedly & turned little wifey. ‘*Won't you plese take it and see if you can match me sont puffs when you get downtown?" —Phie delphia Telegraph. “ spea thin,