Judge, 1915-09-04 · page 17 of 27
Judge — September 4, 1915 — page 17: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
The main cartoon satirizes a common commercial dispute: a stout woman renting a rolling chair at what appears to be a public amusement venue protests the attendant's charge of "forty cents a ton," highlighting her substantial weight. The joke turns on the awkward collision between polite society and blunt economic reality—the attendant's matter-of-fact pricing based on weight versus the woman's indignation at being literally weighed and charged accordingly. The surrounding brief comedic pieces use small-town gossip and domestic humor typical of early 20th-century Judge magazine. "Solving the Problem" jokes about married couples hiring detectives to spy on each other—presented as oddly pragmatic rather than disturbing. "The Self-made Man" mocks a boastful man's claim to self-creation, with the punchline suggesting he's still incomplete. These sketches rely on gentle social satire about American manners, weight consciousness, and marital dynamics.
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A WEIGHTY ARGUMENT Tired-out attendant-—Forty cents a ton, madam. Stout party in chair—How do you charge? Egg View Notes traded the south end of Moon Lake off to Nehemiah Knobrick Friday, for a long slim watch- dog. Nehemiah wanted something to boot, so Corny threw in a pile of stones. Ambrose Crosslots says: “Some fam'ly trees need sprayin’.”” Tink Nitz has been trying ever since the first of the year to pick up considerable in weight. Tuesday after- noon he come out of the cider-mill, looking quite full in the face. Myrt Spoor, who don’t like Cylindra Berger a lit- tle bit, said several very nice things about her, yester- day morning, to a strange agent that Myrt wanted to get rid of —Leslie Van Every. Solving the Problem Mrs. Wayupp—You are happy with your husband? Mrs. Blase—Yes Mrs. Wayupp—I'm surprised. You were so suspicious of each other at first. Mrs. Blase—Yes, but that’s all past. Now cach of us has hired a detective to watch the other so it takes all that worry off our minds. The Self-made Man “Till have you understand, aid the bustling little chap, “that I am a self-made “AIL right, old man,” said Jiggers. “Now run along home and finish the job, and then I'll talk to you.” Getting Even Husband—VYou have robbed my trousers. Wife—That is what you get for hooking my clothes. Constable Cobb—I'll be sorry when yer friends bail ye out, young man. Ye're a good checker player, all right. comicbooks.com