Judge, 1915-07-03 · page 5 of 32
Judge — July 3, 1915 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This is primarily a fictional short story titled "Hobart's Golf Shirt" by W.T. Nichols, not political satire. The narrative concerns a golf shirt with an adjustable collar that becomes a source of comic chaos. Hobart buys the shirt, wears it to play golf, and it gets thrown around by various characters (Jones, Wharty, Jennie Marble, Mrs. Wales) in a series of escalating mishaps—each person tossing it further afield until it ends up abandoned on a lawn. The illustration at top shows two people in a boat viewing an island, with an inset circle revealing a real estate agent hawking "This Island for Sale Cheap!"—likely the story's punchline setup about desirable property. This is light humor about everyday domestic absurdity rather than political commentary.
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“a Seeee . ) . = = eee What . Glass Reveals “A LITTLE ISLAND WITH A HOUSE ON IT” OBART bought the shirt and took it home to show to his wife. He paid $3.50 for it, because it was called a golf shirt. This was because it had a variously adjustable collar, a sort of all-things-to- all-emen device. Why this made it a golf shirt nobody except the maker knew; but it went. Hobart, wearing the shirt, played a round. He came into the clubhouse a pessimist. Jones had beaten him badly, and the collar of the shirt—it was of flannel and clinging —had persisted in adjusting itself about his ears, When Hobart came out ef the locker- room, he had the new shirt over his arm. They played the nineteenth hole, and Jones Suggested a luok at- the tennis. Hobart, (Something we all want—till we get it.) Golf Shirt NICHOLS Hobart’s by we who had thrown the shirt over a chair, for- got it and went out with Jones. Along came Wharty, homeward bound. Wharty is one of those fellows whose over- flowing good intentions cause lots of this world’s troubles. “Oho! Hobart's new shirt!"’ he said to himself. ‘*Forgot it—just like him! I'll take it home for him."’ Whasty meant well, but was a bit weak on his geography. Besides, those new houses in the Bangs sub-division do look alike. He overran one block to the north and two to the east, tossed the shirt over the front porch rail, rang the bell and de- parted, being in hot haste. The shirt slipped from the rail and fell to the lawn before Mrs. Eberle opened the door. Mrs. Eberle, who had been interrupted in the crisis of jelly making, spoke winged words to a chance small boy loitering out- side her gate. The urchin, blameless but prudent, fled. His dog, darting into the yard, whisked the shirt over to the Marbles’ lawn and there abandoned i Jennie Marble, finding it, threw it over the Waleses’ hedge. Wales played golf. Though Jennie never had seen just sucha garment before, she knew intuitively it couldn't be anything but a golf shirt. Mrs. Wales, coming home from afternoon calls, saw the shirt. She picked it up; she gazed at it thoughtfully. Then she glanced comicbooks.com