Judge, 1915-08-07 · page 8 of 28
Judge — August 7, 1915 — page 8: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Judge* magazine contains several satirical pieces mocking early 20th-century social attitudes: **"At Worship"** (top): A couple and clergyman at an altar, satirizing shallow courtship—the text attacks men who pursue pretty girls lacking substance, noting such women are "three-quarters mush, with a heart of stone." **"He Let It Go"**: A restaurateur defends misspelling "dairy" as "d-i-a-r-y," claiming it's "more suggestive" of "putting things down"—sexual innuendo about women's bodily functions. **"Beauty and Brains"**: Criticizes the persistent stereotype that attractive women lack intelligence, urging young men to stop pursuing vapid "wide-eyed little blondes." **"Summer Joys"** and **"One More Knock"**: Lighter domestic humor about family summer scattering and children's allowance requests. The page's overall theme satirizes gender stereotypes and shallow masculinity, while the crude humor reflects period attitudes toward women's bodies.
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AT WORSHIP pink silk blouses? No, of course you didn't —you hardly knew what you were saying yourself. : Trouble with you is that you haven't im- agination enough to conceive of a pretty girl who could bring up a more interesting talk topic than her own sweet self. You sort of concede that a peach of a girl is three-quarters mush, with a heart of stone. Of course there is such a thing as the pretty girl with brains, but she’s either He Let It Go Fault-finder (in front of dairy restaurant) —I notice the word dairy on your new sig, is spelled d-i-a-r-y. Proprietor—I know it is. I was going ty have it changed, but the painter convinced me his way of spelling the word was mor suggestive. Fault-finder—More suggestive? Proprictor—Yes; he said it conveyed the idea of putting things down. Some men are not willing to push uati] married or else in love with some cuss that doesn't appreciate her. they know who is pulling. Silas Spitzer. “rie, to che aN Looks a Summer Joys ING a song of summer joys, A pocketful of pleasure; Four and twenty gayeties Competing for your leisure. When the season opens, The folks begin to scatter; So long as they get out of town, It doesn’t really matter. The boys, with retinue of guides, Have started on a tramp; The girls are in the mountains, At a most exclusive camp. Mother’s at the seashore, Cutting a proper dash; Father's hard at work at home, Supplying all the cash.—r. 0. J. Beauty and Brains PRETTY girl need not necessarily be brainless, but somehow the combina- tion persists. Did you young fellows ever stop to ana- lyze any of your conversations with that wide-eyed little blonde who always wears tire ONE MORE KNOCK Mrs, Peckham—Ask your father. He's the jitney member of this f=3i OO we: Oe tit ele le ae elec Willie—Ma, gimme a nickel ?