Judge, 1915-02-27 · page 9 of 24
Judge — February 27, 1915 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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**Top Cartoon ("The Eternal Feminine"):** Shows two fashionable women in winter coats speaking to a man in a snowy landscape. The joke plays on "eternal feminine" (a philosophical concept about women's nature)—here reduced to women's preoccupation with tea and golf caddies, satirizing women's perceived shallow interests and frivolity. **Main Article ("Sitting Up with a Furnace"):** A humorous essay personifying a temperamental home furnace as demanding and moody—working perfectly in warm weather but becoming "fretful" and "restless" in cold weather, requiring constant attention. The satirical point: modern domestic technology creates as many problems as it solves, and the furnace behaves like a spoiled child or demanding spouse. **Sidebar Jokes:** Include a courtroom anecdote about an intoxicated man stealing and attempting to play a coal-hole cover as a phonograph—absurdist humor about drunkenness. The "War Times" caption references wartime rationing/hardship, likely from WWI era. **Overall:** Working-class domestic frustrations presented as comedy.
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—- THE ETERNAL FEMININE & She—Are we going to have tea at the club house? | heard you send for the caddy, WITH A SITTING UP FURNACE By HOMER CROY 46JT'S AS simple as a clothespin,”’ said the hardware man, as he finished put- ting in our furnace. ‘*You'll never have any trouble with it."" So the first time I fired it up, trouble began. Some days its deport- ment is perfect, but other da specially cold ones—it lapses into moods. When the weather is warm and balmy, it is jovial and good-natured; but as soon as the mercury crawls down into the bulb without leaving its address, our furnace gets fretful and wants somebody to be with it every minute. The moment it hears me get into bed, it begins to get restless. Many a time I have known it to watch and wait all through the long evening, hour after hour, until I got my shoes off, before it showed a sign of uneasiness. Just as I Spitefully decide to let it die, Mae says, ‘‘I think it is about out, dearest,"’ and so I have to take the hint. The shovel is always sneaking over into the corner and secreting itself. I have never actually seen it tiptoeing over and crawling under a pile of boards, but just the same I can leave it hanging on the wall and come back a few hours later to find it chuckling under the kindling. I am never able to start a fire in our fur- nace without getting coal dust all over me. Often I make up my mind to attend to the wants of our furnace without bringing any coal dust back in my ear, and handle the shovel as though it was a major operation; but when I get back to the mirror, I look as if I should be called Mr. Bones. After getting back from a trip to the basement, I have to go into my ears with a towel and do some light housework. Even though you do appreciate your fur- nace, you can’t help wishing sometimes that it, like your baby, didn’t demand quite so much attention. Tough Said a maiden, in tone surely rough, To her dancing mate, ‘‘I've had ehough Of this number with you, And I'm certainly through! When you glide, all you do is to scough!"” An Awful Souse “Do you feel certain the defendant was intoxicated?"" ‘*Well, I'll tell you. He carried home one of those sidewalk coal-hole tops with circular corrugations and tried to play it on his phonograph. WAR TIMES “* Sure we c'n git married dis year! Why do you always look on de dark side o° things? "” comicbooks.com