Judge, 1915-07-24 · page 7 of 28
Judge — July 24, 1915 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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This page contains two separate satirical pieces: **Top cartoon:** "If Your Guests Really Followed Instructions and Made Themselves at Home" depicts chaos when literal hospitality goes wrong—guests treating a host's home as their own, with children climbing furniture and running wild. The satire mocks the common social phrase "make yourself at home," showing absurd consequences. **Middle story:** A rural prank narrative where city visitors (Mr. Bowles and Andy) trick a farmer named Cy by releasing wild animals—apparently a lion or large cat plus smaller creatures—from his stable. The humor targets rural naiveté and city-folk trickery, with Andy's final joke about the animals being "tax-exempt" (unable to be caught/controlled by law) adding wordplay. **Bottom cartoon:** "In Newport" satirizes wealthy leisure-class pretension. Two socialites compare their dogs' breeding/manners, with one claiming superior breeding because her dog refuses to beg—an absurd measure of status and refinement among the idle rich. The overall page mocks both rural gullibility and urban/upper-class affectation.
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) [pa i " Well, my dear, I suppose that young man who just left bas been talking sweet nothings to you all evening.” “No, indeed, mamma. He's been making a noise tha sounded so much like real money that I promised to marry him," up to the stable door. Two men worked fast in shifting crates from wagon to stable. They were closing the door just as Cy came out of the house, picking his teeth. . “H’'lo, boys!'’ he hailed. ‘‘What’s the good word? Lordy, though, Andy! What you been a-doin’ to your- self?"" Mr. Bowles was unsmiling. ‘‘Cy,’’ he said, ‘‘we picked up some strays of yourn and brought 'em home. They're in the stable. Better look ’em over."’ “What! Them Jersey calves jumped the fence again? Say, they got deer beat a mile!"’ cried Cy, and quickened his pace. He opened the stable door—and went down in a bewildered heap on the threshold before an over- whelming charge. Something heavy, something tawny gray, that seemed all growls and teeth and claws, alighted on his shoulders and thence made a mighty bound to free- dom. There wasa scurrying rush of smaller objects, some dentally impressive, some bristling, some suffocating in general effect. Cy gave before the rush. He backed on knees and one hand from the stable door. The other hand beat the air frantically, as if he were trying to drive away the air, in fact. Curious spiny tufts protruded in places from his person. An awful loathing of all the world filled his shuddering being. Andy and his ally climbed to the wagon seat. They gazed in silence for a moment at the writhing figure on the ground. Then Andy picked up his reins and spoke. “Well, let ‘em run, if you want to, Cy,’ he said. ‘*They’re all yours. I got nothin’ to:say about it. Seems they're tax-exempt, anyhow. Gid- dap, Dobbin!"" IN NEWPORT Cynthia—My dog is brighter than yours. See how he begs. Muriel—Ob, my dog is far too well bred to do anything so common as that. comicbooks.com