Judge, 1915-05-01 · page 5 of 24
Judge — May 1, 1915 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains literary and humorous content rather than political cartoons. The top illustration "Making Hay While the Son Shines" depicts rural figures (a man and women with parasols and farming tools) by a fence—likely illustrating the proverb about taking advantage of good weather. Below are three separate pieces: "The Nature Lover" (a Walter Utter poem about preferring countryside to city), "At the Chauffeur's Ball" (a brief joke about automobile culture and evening wear), and "Vanished Pleasures" (commentary on how photography has changed theatrical entertainment). The bottom section includes everyday humor—"A Midsummer Reflection" (a tree illustration) and dialogue snippets about automobiles and domestic life. The page emphasizes early 20th-century themes: nature versus urban life, emerging automobile culture, and domestic comedy.
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HAY WHILE THE SON SHINES The Nature Lover At the Chauffeur’s Ball LIKE the country for the charms Which linger in its ample space: The valley-dimples on its face, The hills which form a forehead bank To streams which bleat with shy alarms; The winging of the feathered choir In openness, the vernal wood, The wildstuff growing thick and rank, The trees which shade, the perfumed buds, The roads man-made for thwacks and thuds Of horses’ hoofs or fleeting tire— I like the country. It is good. I like the city. There is shown The strength which moves the world. And there Comes the first hint of needful care For self—for there self finds its fight, And finds that fight for self alone. The best that's battered out of man Reveals itself on city street, In sunny day or dim-dark night; There man is recognized as worth The space he occupies on earth. His worth is molded in its plan— I like the city. It is sweet. —A. Walter Utting. A MIDSUMMER REFJECTION “Why didn’t Miss Hipower speak to you?"" “*She must be wearing snubbers to-night.” . Vanished Pleasures ERD FLASHLEIGH used to take delight In flirting with the footlight queens; Dressed in his best, he went each night To pay them court behind the scenes. But photoplays have spoiled his game; No more each eve he primps and preens, For all is empty, blank and tame, In picture shows, behind the screens. —Charles A. Leedy. What He Hoped Overheard in a Southern hotel after a night of much disturbance caused by noisy domestics, washing dishes, etc. Wife—Oh! What is that explosion? Sleepy husband—I don't know. I hope they are discharging the servants. Cautious Mrs. Crawford—I saw your husband mo- toring to-day. He seems to be a careful driver. Mrs. Crabshaw—Indeed he is. He gener- ally makes a car last until a new model is out. comicbooks.com