Judge, 1915-08-07 · page 5 of 28
Judge — August 7, 1915 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
The main cartoon, "Cast Your Bread Upon the Water," depicts a shopkeeper confronting a customer about a counterfeit coin in the collection plate at church—a humorous example of karmic irony. The phrase references the biblical proverb about generosity returning good fortune. Below are three separate joke sections: "Fox Trot Fodder" mocks the popular dance craze through dialogue. "No Mercy" satirizes post-WWI attitudes, with a husband refusing amnesty toward his pacifist wife who opposed the war. "Alimony" uses domestic discord (arguing over wallpaper colors) as a punchline about marriage dissolution. The small cartoon "Judging from the Specimen" makes a visual gag about genealogy and family resemblance. The content reflects 1920s American social anxieties: war attitudes, changing gender relations, and modern dance culture.
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CAST YOUR BREAD UPON THE WATER 1 put in the collection las’ Sunday!” “Dinged old hypocrite! Fox Trot Fodder 66QO GLAD you got here, Mister Style!"" “Where do you get your gowns?"* “A restful summer? I should smile!"’ “Who asked those horrid Browns?"’ “The left foot first, I think is right."’ “You didn’t step on me."* “Just glance at Elsie! What a sight!"" “You do it charmingly!’ “This dance stuff serves to nauseate !"" “Just hear that trombone drag!"" “Thope this keeps up good and late."* “Aha! So you're a wag?” This was the chaff that floated by, Over the shiny floor; Till daylight crept across the sky— And I crept through the door. —G. M. Murray. This is the same lead quarter No Mercy Crauwford—So your wife is so deeply impressed with the horror of war that she has become an advocate of uni- versal peace? Henpeck—So she says; but I'm afraid she'll never grant amnesty to me. Alimony She—It was all about the wall paper. She insisted on red. He wanted blue. Now they are divorced. What next, I wonder? He—She'll want the green, IT suppose! JUDGING FROM THE SPECIMEN Miss Beaut—Did you ever see our family tree? Mr. Josh—No, but I bet it's a peach | comicbooks.com