Judge, 1915-05-08 · page 9 of 24
Judge — May 8, 1915 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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This page from the satirical magazine *Judge* contains several humorous short pieces mocking early 20th-century American life. The main cartoon "Woman's Work Is Never Done" depicts a group of women engaged in domestic labor—cleaning, mending, organizing—illustrating the relentless nature of housework. The accompanying story about Mr. Jones attempting to nominate himself for a Nobel Peace Prize (while his wife waits for a sealskin coat) satirizes male self-importance and obliviousness to family needs during wartime. Other sections include light social humor: a man's secret rude gestures during polite phone calls, a farmer's prank suggestion involving chiggers to entertain a bored boarder, and a poem celebrating suburban gardening success. The "Viewpoints" and "Definitions" sections offer gentle, witty observations on period concerns—skepticism about used cars, definitions of social concepts like "ennui" and "kindness." The overall tone mocks Victorian propriety, gender dynamics, and middle-class pretensions through everyday domestic scenarios.
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WOMAN'S His faithful friends had done as he requested, for most of them owed bills at his store. But they had sent their copies, generall out of town. Tracing soon became di cult, impossible. Jones finally settled down to wait. The other day he saw in the paper the announcement that the Nobel peace prize would not be awarded this year, for lack of a suitable candidate. “I'm going to write to that Mr. Nobel,’’ Jones declared, ‘‘as soon as I can get his address."* But in the meantime the war goes on, and Mrs. Jones is waiting impatiently for her sealskin coat. His Safe Way “When I am compelled to hold a con- versation over the telephone with a man I despise, ated Grout P. Smith, the prac- tical pessimist, ‘I am just as civil and suave in my talk as if I adored him; but you ought to see the gestures with which I punctuate my sentences Easily Arranged “Things are awfully dull here on the farm," complained the summer boarder. “Couldn't we frame up a party or some sort of shindig, Hy?"” 1S NEVER WORK “Dunno 'bout a party,’ replied Farmer Hyperbole Medders; ‘‘but if a good, lively shindig is what you want, just waltz them low-cut shoes and fishnet socks of yourn down through the long grass in the pasture, where the chiggers be."” THE ONLY SAFE WAY TO EAT GRAPE FRUIT DONE Invictus NEVER sent by parcel post A goldfish or a paroquet; I've never parleyed with a ghost, Nor interviewed a suffragette. I've made no transatlantic flight; I couldn't judge a baby show. But I'm the blithe suburbanite Who planted seeds—and had them grow! —H. 8. Stuckey. iewpoints Crawford—He doesn't seem to be very optimistic over the secondhand car he bought. Crabshaw— If you're looking for the optimist in the case, you'd better hunt up the fellow who sold the car. Definitions A good old friend—One we haven't seen much of for a long time. Ennui—The wrapping paper that comes along with a parcel of wealth. Kindness—An invitation to impostors. Why? Why should the poet love the spring And sing the praise of nature vernal? Why lie about most everything, The while the weather is infernal? comicbooks.com