Judge, 1915-04-17 · page 12 of 26
Judge — April 17, 1915 — page 12: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three distinct pieces of satirical content: 1. **"The Mantle of Love"** (main narrative with illustration): An allegorical tale contrasting true love with mere passion. A woman purchases a gray cloak labeled the "Mantle of Love" from a merchant, which represents genuine, selfless devotion ("warp of Unselfishness, woof of Understanding"). This contrasts with the false "Cloak of Man's Passion" (woven from "Self-indulgence"). The satire critiques superficial romantic relationships. 2. **"Cheerful Senility"** (poem): A lighthearted verse celebrating turning forty, mocking outdated beliefs that life ends at thirty. It satirizes societal attitudes about aging and vitality. 3. **"Nothing Doing"** (brief dialogue joke): Two young women discuss how wartime capital shortage hasn't stopped them from flirting with wealthy men—yet none have proposed. It satirizes both the economic anxiety of wartime and young women's marriage-focused social calculations. The bottom illustration titled "The First Dreadnought" appears unrelated—likely a separate naval/military cartoon.
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Chairman of committee—We come to notify you two dat we're goin’ in swimmin’ here in thirty seconds seemed no longer dull; its generous folds, promising warmth and protection, seemed softly bright. “Give it to me!"’ she cried eagerly, snatching at it. “Not so, until a fair price be agreed upon,"’ replied the Second Merchant, retain- ing the cloak, “I will pay anything, even the whole of my life!’’ cried the Woman, still more eagerly. ‘*That may not be enough, but I will take it on account."" The Second Merchant smiled as he clasped the cloak about her thin shoulders, and the smile warmed her heart even as the soft gray garment warmed her tremb- ling limbs. ” “And what is the name of this cloak?"’ she asked. “*It is called the Mantle of Love,’’ replied the Second Merchant softly. “*But that was the name of the beau- tiful but worthless garment!"’ she pro- tested in disbelief. “That was the false name its owner gave it,"’ the Second Merchant | answered. The Woman purchased the gray cloak and left the marketplace, thoughtfully fingering its rough folds. * 8 © 8 . For a while she wore the cloak un- and it grew softer and its folds kept her safe and warm in the bitterest weather, she wore it proudly, but unboastingly. In time there came little ones into her life, but the cloak amply covered all and brought to all comfort and happiness. After many years the Woman returned for the third time to the marketplace, seeking the Second Merchant. When she found him, ‘*See,"" she said gratefully, “this jg indeed the true Mantle of Love. derfully it has worn!"* “It cannot wear thin,”’ replied the Second Merchant, with the same warming smile of blue “Its warp is Unselfishness ang woof Understanding."* “Of what, then, was the false cloak woven?" asked the Woman curiously, “Its warp was Self-indulgence and its woof Lu: ‘*And its true name?"’ “*Its true name was the Cloak of Man's Passion,"’ replied the Second Merchant. Cheerful Senility M: IT'S great, though, to be forty! Kindo’ uppish-like and snorty! ever knew the joy of living— nding, I taking, giving, ig, helping, eating, drinking, How won. Lo Dreaming, hoping, resting, thinking— 'd run, 's fun! Till my twoscore race Lord, but being forty Wasn't recommended to me! Thrill was new when it went through me. Had been told that it was tough— Told that thirty’s old enough, Guess, though, they were only fooling. Now I'm wild, impatient, drooling For some more years. Bet it's nifty When a feller can be fifty! —Stricktaw Nothing Doing Madge—Papa says that capital is very timid on account of the war. Marjorice—Nobody knows that better than I do. I've flirted with half-a-dozen rich young men since the war broke out, and! haven't had a single proposal. Gillian, obtrusively, diffidently, before the eyes of other women. But as months passed THE FIRST DREADNOUGHT