Judge, 1915-06-19 · page 10 of 24
Judge — June 19, 1915 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Judge* contains several short satirical pieces and cartoons: **"On the Links"** references WWI: a woman notes a young golfer's physique, and her friend quips his mother thought it "too good a sweater to send to the Belgians"—mocking wealthy Americans who shipped clothing to war-torn Belgium while their own sons enjoyed leisure. **"The Usurper"** is a domestic comedy: Jack ignores his girlfriend Mabel until her father arrives, then immediately jumps up—Jack is revealed to be a dog, not a man. The joke is Mabel's emotional manipulation over a pet. **"Temperament"** satirizes artistic ego: artists demand creative control, unlike practical professionals (tailors, architects) who simply fulfill requests. **"It Is Spreading"** uses a child's innocent misreading: seeing a secretary bird raises its eggs, David asks if the bird's wife is a suffragist—topical humor about the women's suffrage movement. **"Was Conservative"** plays on malapropism: "Mexican imbroglio" (political turmoil) is mistaken for Mexican fruit, suggesting willful ignorance of current events.
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ee ON THE LINKS Maude—Say! but young Driver has a well-knit figure. Clara—Sure! His mother thought that was altogether too good a sweater to send to the Belgians The Usurper M“2 moved closer. ‘‘Jack, what's the matter?’ she asked softly. Jack looked at her languidly and gazed again into the fire. “*Jack!"* Jack turned listlessly. “I think you're very rude,’’ pouted Mabel. Jack looked at her. in- wy quiringly. * **You haven't paid the ‘ vk slightest attention to me =v this evening,’’ she said, drooping her shoulders dejectedly. “I hate you!"* Suddenly it occurred to Mabel that per- haps Jack was not well, and she reproached herself for her attitude toward him. “*Dear,’’ she said contritely, running her hand through his hair, ‘‘are you ill?"’ Jack leaned slightly. Mabel sighed. The front door opened, and there was a sound of heavy footsteps in the hallway. Jack was off the sofa in an instant. “It’s only father,’’ said Mabel. Jack barked and jumped up beside Mabel again. The Flirt You fear the storm, the vi dread? Oh, logical the fear you feel! Your blood with iron, not with love, is red; Your heart is all of steel. id lightning Temperament “ HAT the dickens do they mean by ar- tistic temperament?"’ asked young Arbuthnot of his talented pa. “‘Why,’’ explained pa, ‘if you go to a tailor and ask him to make you a suit, the tailor is satisfied to go ahead and make you any kind of suit you want any way you want it made. If you go to an architect, he’s tickled to build you any kind of house you want any way you want it built. But if you go to a manand ask him to write you a certain kind of book or poem in any particular way, or if you want him to paint you a picture or sculp you a statue of any particular kind, the man with the artistic temperament, instead of being tickled to get the job, will say, “**Now just look what this durn fool wants now!""" —Hamilton Pope Galt. As Usual Crawford—What kind of an accident was it? Crabshaw — Unavoida- ble. He tried to cross the streets, and an auto got him. Nature study is all right, but to see the reel thing you must go to the movies. It Is Spreading Dv was viewing the wonders of the zoo with his father for the first time. David's mother is an ardent suffragist. Over the cage of the secretary bird is an inscription which reads, “The male secretary bird hatches the eggs and rears the young."’ David slowly spelled out the inscription and turned inquiringly to his father. “Is the secretary bird's wife a suffragist, too, pa?'’ he asked. Was Conservative His host—By the way, what do you think of the Mexican imbroglio? Mr. Malaprop—To tell the truth, I like old-fashioned American fruits the best. Mr. Neubride—Guess I'll bave to go away soon for a week end. Mrs, Neubride—Goodness, dear! you never told me before that you had anything the matter with your head !