Judge, 1915-03-13 · page 9 of 24
Judge — March 13, 1915 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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This Judge magazine page contains three separate humor pieces satirizing early 20th-century American social life: **"Spring"** is a sentimental poem gently mocked for its overwrought romanticism—the instruction to ignore "o'er nice" rhyming suggests the verse prioritizes flowery sentiment over actual craft. **"A Model"** jokes about a father telling his son to be "as still as a vice-president"—satirizing politicians as uselessly inactive. The bottom cartoon depicts a "stag party" (men-only gathering), with the caption "Wifie's Idea" suggesting wives imagined these gatherings as refined intellectual salons ("feast of reason"), when they were actually just drinking and socializing. **"Hardly a Matter of Creed"** uses dialect humor (common in period Judge): a Black domestic worker (Paralysia Pearl Waddles) applies for a Scandinavian cook position but argues competence matters more than ethnicity/religion—likely intended as gentle satire of employers' arbitrary hiring preferences, though the dialect itself reflects the magazine's problematic conventions. **"There Was a Reason"** makes a brief joke about hoopskirts never returning to apartments, implying marital domestic confinement.
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Spring ‘OME, Muse, get out thy bounding lyre And tune anew thy quivering string; Let gladsome theme thy strain inspire And lilt a greeting to the spring! .. Sing of the breath of dewy aad morn; Sing of the call of mating birds; 4 Sing of the blush of rosy dawn Vee: (Nor heed o'er nice the rhyming words). Sing of the violet’s heavenly blue, The sheen of golden daffodil, The twinkling filaments of dew, Nor miss the tinkle of the rill. Sing of the perfume-laden breeze, The fragrant breath of waking earth, The rapture of the budding trees, The glory of the world’s rebirth. Sing, Vernal Muse, with all thy might, Of Nature's darling of the year; In ecstasies of sheer delight Ring out thy pean, clarion clear! Sing out, oh, Muse, with all thine art, Of life and love and everything! This is the first year some young heart Has ever realized the spring! —Carolyn Wells. Busy people develop no ‘‘tire’’ troubles. WIFIE’S IDEA A Model 66] OOK here, Willie!" a trifle impatiently said the little lad’s sire. ‘You mustn't be talking when I am trying toread. Keep still for a little while now."" ‘How still shall I keep, papa?"’ inquired the ingenu- ous youngster. “As still as a vice-presi- dent, my son."" Try Anything Once “*We'll make a night of it,’” declared the Bostonian, “We'll have a feast of reason and a flow of soul.” “All right,’’ assented the New Yorker. ‘I never heard of them cabaret features, but they sound good." Hardly a Matter of Creed “Tam sorry, but I advertised for a Scandinavian cook,"’ said Mrs. White. “‘Lawd sake!"’ replied Pa- ralysia Pearl Waddles. ‘* What diffunce do it make what a lady’s ‘ligion am, dess so’s she kin cook?’" OF THE “STAG” PARTIES HUBBY ATTENDS L “hh ” THERE WAS A REASON His avife—Dearie, do you think hoopskirts will ever come in again? Her hushand—Not in this apartment, love. comicbooks.com