Judge, 1915-05-29 · page 6 of 24
Judge — May 29, 1915 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This page contains multiple short humor pieces typical of early 20th-century satirical magazines: **"Road Burners"** (top): A cartoon showing an early automobile with wealthy passengers, satirizing the nouveaux riches and their ostentatious driving habits. **"Deceiving"**: A joke about a bear that hasn't eaten a man because the man went swimming—a play on the phrase "eaten by the bear." **"A Sad Accident"**: African American dialect humor (common in period magazines, now considered offensive) about someone injured at a raffle. **"No Tantrums"**: Social commentary noting that even opera singers behave better in vaudeville than legitimate theater—suggesting grand opera attracts temperamental performers. **"The Lucky Lickdob"** and **"The Perfect Cure"**: Whimsical short jokes with illustrations. **"Suffrage" cartoon** (bottom right): Satirizes the women's suffrage movement by depicting a man dismissively telling a woman to stop discussing politics and instead perform domestic tasks—reflecting anti-suffrage sentiment of the era. The page reflects early 1900s attitudes: casual racism, anti-feminist views, and class-based humor.
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BURNERS ROAD A Sad Accident Brother Smoot—I un'erstan’, sah, dat yo’ She goes to all the it. If they did, it would read somewhat like this: before she has it on. good shows, while the boss has to be satis- fied with hearing her tell about them. She gets more auto rides than a demonstrator, DECEIVING No, the man has not been eaten by the bear. gone in swimming and she has ‘‘et’’ in all the restaurants that most men never dare to enter unless accompanied by a customer and a young and vigorous expense account. But, on the other hand, when she takes a letter, the stenographer demonstrates her usefulness. When you receive a nicely typewritten letter, with PG—RS down in the lower left-hand corner, you think PG is quite some letter writer, and you never think of RS, to whom should be the power and the glory. It is RS who winnows the wheat from the chaff. Some business per- sons complain because their particular RS doesn’t write a letter just as they dictated He has merely look up the 1. Chicago. My dear Mr. Brown—no, don't to call that pirate that—say * Dear Sir” 1—remembet ie"—and_ conte an let you from teen f. New York run up 1 suppose I'l have t favored w forth. Use the If I were a stenographer, and the boss ever kicked that I did not get him literally, I would do it some time and then go out and look for another job. —Douglas Matlock. The Lucky Lickdob The lickdob is a horrid brute. His back’s adorned with warts. His abdomen is full of growls and pessi- mistic snorts. But when he in the mirror looks, he does so with a smile. He knows, however sad the sight, there’s no such ani-mile. The Perfect Cure Mother—Ella, what has happened to your doll? Ella—The doctor says it’s nervous break- down, and he has prescribed mucilage. Jd station had a bad fall goin’ home fum de raffle tudder night. Fraction any bones, sah? Brother Spradley—No, sah; but every bottle on muh pusson was busted! No Tantrums **Managers say the grand-opera stars are more tractable in vaudeville." ‘Well, even a grand-opera star can see the incongruity of being jealous of a per- forming chimpanzee or a trained seal."" “Look here! cut this suffrage business. You women haven't the brains or the physique. You haven't any initiative—just tie my tie for me and forget it."” comicbooks.cam