Judge, 1915-10-23 · page 6 of 28
Judge — October 23, 1915 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several short humorous pieces satirizing early 20th-century American social conventions: **"The Daughter's Idea"**: Mocks Mrs. Brown's habit of introducing her fifteen-year-old daughter as younger to make her seem more impressive. The daughter protests this is dishonest and limits her social opportunities. The joke's irony: the mother fears being called old herself, revealing female vanity about aging was a mutual, generational problem. **"Ballades of a Gay Week-ender"**: Celebrates Mrs. Gookes as the ideal hostess because she allows male guests to eat breakfast in bed—a sign of luxurious informality and comfort. The humor mocks upper-class pretense by suggesting comfort matters more than propriety. **Other brief pieces** mock human nature, include a domestic quarrel cartoon, and play on period expectations about gender behavior ("women talk less in their sleep"). The overall tone is gently satirical of social climbing, female vanity, and class pretension rather than harsh political commentary.
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Wife—Now, John Henry, I'm going to tell you what I think of you! Swamped Many aperson isswept un- der by a wave of prosperity. Ballades of a Gay Week-ender Popular Hostesses: Mrs. Gookes KNOW full many a hostess sweet: ‘There's Mrs. T. Delancey Jukes, And Mrs. Casper Laidlaw Tweet, Whose house is filled with earls and dukes. Ah, yes! And Alice Suffern Tewkes, With charms galore when all is said But best of all is Mrs. Gookes, Who lets her men guests breakfast in bed! Her home is like a club. Your feet May rest on chairs without rebukes; She never thinks it's indiscreet Of Mr. Meeks or Mr. Mooks, Or even Mr. Algy Snooks, To taste too much the wine that’s red; Next morning—joy!—the pompous Shookes Brings up their breakfast to their bed! What though it’s not considered neat, And other guests give dubious looks? What though the crumbs fall on the sheet, And you cry out, “Zounds!” and “Gadzooks!” You're happier far than prim Miss Spooks, Who in the dining-room is fed. For one can snooze after the cook's Permitted you to breakfast in bed! L'Envoi Hostesses sweet, ye Cholmondeley-Lukes, Ye Vanes, and all I've visited, Hark to the reason we love Jane Gookes:— She lets her men guests breakfast in bed! —Paul Norman. It Will Crop Out If it wasn’t for human nature every per- son would be kind and charitable. The Daughter's Idea RS. BROWN wa: the habit of introducing her big daughter as, his is Jane. She's only fifteen— you'd never think it, would you.” At last the girl protested. “‘It’s mean of you to tell everybody how young I am. I could have a lot better time if you didn’t.” “Perhaps you could. But I don’t pro- pose to have people saying, after you’ve been out in society a couple of seasons, ‘Don’t tell me Jane Brown is only twenty —why she was a grown girl years ago!’”” “Just the same,” retorted the daugh- ter, “you wouldn’t like it if I introduced you to my friends is my mother. forty-eight—you’d never think it, would you! She’s only The Unsentimental Truth about the poor man who escaped ed Mrs. Ninkum, looking up from her paper. so anxious to get back to his wife and her good cooking that he swam the river.” “A sob-sister threw in that heart-throb stuff,” jeered Mr. Ninkum. “The truth is that the bug-catchers were after him and he wanted a place to hide.” “Did you read this, from the asy' Do They Sleep Less? Women evidently sleep less than men. Why so? Well, we seldom hear of a woman talking in her sleep. Discouraging Invalid—I'd like to see the proprictor of this sanitarium! Clerk—He has gone away, sir, for his health!