Judge, 1915-09-18 · page 13 of 28
Judge — September 18, 1915 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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This is a humorous essay with accompanying illustration about a man's miserable camping trip. The piece satirizes the popular "back to nature" vacation trend by describing the author's actual experience: endless mosquito attacks, a host family's disappointment at his early departure, and the guilt-ridden realization that husbands across America are dreading returning home to angry wives and hungry children after their woodland getaway. The illustration shows anthropomorphized mosquitoes dining at a table in the woods—a visual joke depicting them as the real beneficiaries of the camping trip, feasting on human visitors. The sidebar "Ain't It the Truth?" presents a cynical aphorism about women and truth-telling, reflecting the era's casual gender stereotyping. The overall satire mocks both the romantic idealization of camping and suggests the financial/domestic strain such vacations place on working-class families.
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