Judge, 1915-06-26 · page 13 of 25
Judge — June 26, 1915 — page 13: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
The top illustration, "Overloaded—Why His Ship Never Came In," depicts a shipwrecked sailor watching a damaged vessel with "Expectations" written on its sail. It satirizes disappointed hopes—the sailor's literal shipwreck mirrors the metaphorical failure of unrealistic expectations. Below are several short humor pieces: **"To a Flirt"** critiques romantic manipulation—a lengthy complaint from a man who feels emotionally exploited by a woman's calculated charm. **"Her Desire"** jokes about fashion cycles, with Mrs. Hippopotamus wishing larger hips would return to style. **"Taking the Census"** uses wordplay: when asked how many hands he uses in his business, a worker replies "both of them—and my feet, too," suggesting he works exhaustingly hard. **"Business Advice"** warns that employers only want conformists ("square pegs"), with no room for unconventional workers ("rounders"). **"The Happy Apothecary"** celebrates a pharmacist's profitable scheme selling medicines in small quantities despite bulk purchasing. The "Genuine" bit offers deadpan grocer humor about butter quality.
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oe OVERLOADED—WH H! YOU are pretty, and how well you know it! That de- murely shy glance my way—how meas- ured its efficiency! It brought me to your feet. It has forced me to part with what little sense ever I possessed. You keep me at your feet, knowing, no doubt, that I crave the attitude. But why should you suppose me content never to rise to your side? Why should you suspect me as impoverished of all personal feeling in my own right, the normal ego? Must a slave be content to obliterate his innate springs of separate existence? Shall he resign to another his life— choose a master whose casual observation is mere disdain? There is, albeit, sweetness in sacrifice, a blessing from devotion to the ideal, peace glowing within a deep consciousness. But, tell me, shall one taste sweetness or bless- ing or peace when his homage is coldly for- gotten ere acceptance is possible? Shall one rejoice in the laughter of derision, re- pulse? Shall the warm, glancing eye se- cure adoration while it presently survey other opportunities, leaving lightly all earlier calculations ? B / AON Why should the rejected one continue to admire that by which he has been tossed aside? Let the heart answer. Let the mind analyze and divulge. Let the whole inner spirit revolt at the paradox, but it will also swear that what a man hates he also loves; that what he would Y HIS SHIP NEVER CAME IN The Happy Apothecary How glad should be that druggist one, Whose spigot makes the sody come! He buys his nostrums by the ton And sells them by the modicum, Strickland Gillilan. banish he longs to possess with his eye, his heart, his soul! Or, rather, is it only with what he mistakenly believes to be his heart and his soul? = —7T.¢. Her Desire Said Mrs. Hippopotamus, “Oh, I'll be happy when The fashions growmore sensible And hips come back again !"* Taking the Census Enumerator1—How many hands do you use in your business? Victim—Both of them—and my feet, too, for that matter. Business Advice *‘Every employer wants a square peg, my boy."* “Yes, dad."* “In other words, there is no place for the rounder.’’ GENUINE Woman—What is your very best butter? Grocer—Our very best, ma’am, is butter. comicbooks.com