Judge, 1915-09-11 · page 14 of 28
Judge — September 11, 1915 — page 14: what you’re looking at
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This page presents a serialized domestic comedy satirizing upper-class marital discord and servant dynamics. The main illustration depicts an ornate, luxurious interior where Mr. Endlay interrupts his wife's bath—a shocking breach of propriety—to rush her to a social engagement at "Murtle's." Mrs. Endlay, insulted by his rudeness, refuses to attend. The satire targets several social pretensions: the husband's obsession with maintaining appearances at fashionable events, the wife's dignified defiance, and servants (Jones the chauffeur, Josephine the maid) as sources of household tension and gossip. The story concludes with Mrs. Endlay eloping with a former suitor, leading society to mock her as foolish—the ultimate humiliation for status-conscious aristocrats. The accompanying comic vignettes mock pretentiousness: an aspiring "painter" who needs expensive blues, and a father too exhausted by weekly drudgery to think clearly. "Lobster Palace" likely refers ironically to an upscale dining venue, emphasizing the shallow materialism of the characters.
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LOBSTER “T think, sir, she’s talking with Jones.” Jones was the chauffeur. The butler hated Jones because of Mignon. “Discharge her!" As the butler disappeared, Josephine, Mrs. Endlay’s maid came leisurely to the door. “Did you ring, sir?’’ she asked. know I rang?” indlay nearly ready?" The emphasis on “nearly” was he matter?” “Madame is just about to take her bath, sir.” Endlay pushed the maid aside and shot through the door to He ignored half the steps in his haste to rise to Josephine followed Icisurely in the elevator, ly at the door to Mrs Endlay precipitately entered hroom—an. ultra- modern treatment of the Roman—just as ) indlay was about to enter the pool. She screamed and ran to a doorway, in the drapery of which she sought cover. “This is devilish!” said Endlay. “You mean your invasion at such a moment?’ Her eyes flashed indignation. “T mean your dilatory ways. We're duc at Murtle’s in fifteen minutes.” “Tt'll be much longer than that before I go—if I go at all.” “If you don’t come I'll settle with you afterward. I’m going PALACE ahead now to apologize for you. I shall send the motor back.” And he left raging. After her bath, Mrs. Endlay spe in the meantime sending her maid aw: Endlay returned late to find her gon “What a fool Mrs. Endlay is!” was the verdict of society, discussing her clopement that night with a man she had jilted two years before to marry Endlay. some time at a telephone, Vocational The family terror was entertaining the caller until his mother was suitably arrayed. ster Lou’s young man is going to be a painter,” he remarked. “A painter?” the caller asked. “Uh-huh, I guess so,” he replied. “Him and Pa was inthe library quite a spell, the other night, and I heard Pa tell him be'd need more of the blues, and he said it cost too much to draw.” Well Featured Rankin—Beanbrough is surely well featured. Phyle—In what w Rankin—He has an eye for beauty, an ear for music, a tooth for sweets, a mouth for pie and a nose for business. What Papa Thought “Papa, what day do you think is the best day in the week?” “My boy, on Monday I think Sunday is, and on Sunday I think Monday is, and the rest of the time I am too tired to think.’