Judge, 1915-07-10 · page 21 of 28
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This page satirizes early 20th-century anxieties about women's suffrage and changing gender roles. **"Political Impudence"** mocks women voters in Verbana, Illinois, who dare demand the mayor explain his policies before pledging their votes. The satire is pointed: the author feigns outrage that women exercise independent judgment rather than blindly following male guidance. The complaint that women asked substantive questions—and that polling places are in church basements (accessible to women)—reveals the genuine alarm some men felt at female political participation. **"His Class"** presents a golf anecdote where a husband complains that playing with his wife requires him to be her "general comforter...ladies' maid and companion." When he plays with men and performs poorly, he declares he must find "some little child" as a partner—implying women belong in a lower category. The joke's bitter irony: his wife plays the course alone competently. Both pieces use humor to express anti-suffrage sentiment while inadvertently exposing the condescension underlying opposition to women's equality. The page is primarily satirical commentary rather than advertisement, though ads occupy the right column.
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28, Bal er ae a? Sarda Bar? ta ne THE MODERN WOMAN Curbside Comment By OREOLA W. HASKELL Political Impudence OM time to time the horrors that prevail under equal suffrage leak Fe. and strike terror into the hearts of those sleek gentlemen who fer public office to work. In a private letter a woman of Verbana, IIL, tells of the impudence of the woman voter in her town. Verbana, it seems, is a county seat with a native population of ten thousand and with an additional university population of six thousand souls. Ata woman's club the day before the last municipal election, an appeal was made to the members to vote for the re-election of the mayor, whose name was Bronerd. Some of the women objected to pledging themselves, not on the , as one would naturally suppose, that the gentleman was not handsome enough, but for the reason that they had not understood some of the acts of his administration. The suggestion was made that per- haps an explanation would make a difference and that it might be well to have the mayor come and give it in person. Accordingly he was telephoned for, responded at once, and for over an hour answered all questions as to his policies and procedures. This, of course, was a horrible thing, since we all know that woman’s brain is so flabby that she ought to follow in the intellectual footsteps of her sire or her spouse and not attempt original investigation. But what can one expect of a community where our wom- an correspondent further tells us ‘‘the polling places are invariably in church basements’? Very little, indeed, in the way of those musty conven- tions and time-worn precedents that are so dear to the hearts of many of our compatriots. HOLDING THEM BACK His Class E HAD begun golfing with his wife. The two had played very badly together, for they were both rank novices. He had played somewhat grumblingly, saying, “T'll never learn the game, playing with a woman. I might as well have skirts on, myself. I have to stop and lend you my knife to slit a sleeve that pinches the forearm, I have to tie your shoes now and then, I have to be sorry when you make a rotten stroke, I have to keep still when you take a wrong stance—I have to be a sort of general com- forter and spiritual adviser and ladies’ maid and companion and valet and everything else. I'll never learn until I play with other Men." Just like that, he said it—with a cap em. She was rather meek about it and agreed with him, as wise women all should appear to do with that kind of husband. So the next day he went out to play with a bunch of men, while she, with a caddie, made the round alone. When she was working away on the sixth hole, busily removing divots, his manly but wilted form hove in sight over a hillock. He was carrying his bag of clubs. uit, dearie?’’ she asked. “*Yeah,"’ he replied. é “Want to play with me again?” ‘‘Nah,’* he answered. ‘‘After what those men players said, I’m banting fer some little child to play with. I am trying to get into my class.’* On the Eligible List She—If I marry, it must be a man with a message. He—Well, I used to be a district telegraph boy. 5S REASONS FOR SUPERIORITY No. 4 INTRINSIC VALUE The economies of enormous production and the manufacture of their own bottles, cases, etc., make It possible for the Dis- tiller to sell the superb quality of BLACK & WHITE. Scotch Whisky at a moderate Price SHAW The Highest Standard (In the Center of Attraction) BROADWAY AT 54TH STREET, NEW YORK, N. Y. Near SOth Street Subway and 53rd Street Elevated NEW MODERN FIREPROOF All outside rooms. Every room has private bath. Every Sathroom has outside window. Hardwood polished floors thruout. Oricatal Togs in every room. Most home- like and best hotel accommodations in New York. Rates Reasonable. $2.50 with bath, and up TEN MINUTES’ WALK TO 40 THEATRES Excellent Restaurant Sead for Booklet HARRY P. STIMSON . (Formerly with Hotel Imperial) Prices Moderate Only New York Hotel Window Screeoed Throoot comicbooks.com