Judge, 1915-03-06 · page 16 of 24
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This page from Judge magazine contains satirical content mocking religious observance and gender norms circa the early 1900s. **"Her Sacrifice"** is a brief poem ridiculing a young woman's shallow approach to Lenten fasting. She claims she cannot give up cigarettes, bridge games, or bonbons (candy), but cheerfully "sacrifices" her morning coffee by replacing it with a cocktail instead—missing the spiritual point of self-denial entirely. The satire targets both the hypocrisy of performative religiosity among the wealthy and contemporary attitudes about women's frivolity. **"From a Sinner's Diary"** satirizes a music teacher's romanticization of morally questionable men—a drunk violinist and a vain dance-floor manager—whose charm and talent momentarily make her overlook their character flaws. The narrator's self-aware reflections on her own vanity and weakness provide dark humor. The remaining content is advertising for period products: champagne, a sex-education book, hair tonic, and a "moth-proof" cedar chest—typical of Judge's revenue model.
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