Judge, 1915-11-13 · page 13 of 28
Judge — November 13, 1915 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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This is a humorous domestic story illustrated in Judge magazine. Mr. Dangler complains that weekend entertaining at his estate, Willowdale, has become tedious—golf and bridge dominate. His wife wants something more exciting: "Bohemia," meaning bohemian entertainment with artistic flair. The satire targets upper-class leisure culture. Mrs. Dangler dismisses typical weekend activities as dull and wants theatrical "features"—performers who can enliven gatherings. The story mocks both the golf-obsessed wealthy and their attempts to appear cultured by importing bohemian entertainment. The references to "Sigmundi" (apparently a singer, possibly Billy Smith's stage name) and "Mademoiselle Posey" suggest bohemian performers available for hire. The cartoon satirizes how the wealthy understood "Bohemia" not as genuine artistic life, but as a purchasable commodity—exotic entertainment packaged for their amusement.
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F By Jy As THE week-cnds of the Danglers at Willowdale had become some- what monotonous. Tt was Tuesday. just come in from the links with Bellmore, a stay-over guest, and the only player he had been able to defeat in a period so long that two Dangler, extravagantly good-natured, had caddies were laying wagers as to its length. Even the caddies knew why Bellmore was still enjoying Dangler’s hospitality. Dangler and Bellmore were pioneering the path of a light lunch- eon with Scotch highballs as Mrs. Dangler appeared “Can't you think of something beside golf?” she asked Dangler, but the smile she bestowed upon Bellmore carried no criticism of the game. “T beat Bellmore again to-day, so I'll think of anything else you care to burden my mind with.” “Good! What can you do to enliven our week-ends?” P aoe they lively enough? We had a fine party Saturday and unday. “Did we? The six who played golf—three women and three men —all went to bed with the birds, and the rest of us had nothing but bridge as a pastime. I want something more alert and vivacious. B O H E M WALDRON "FT LLON/O You golf players are too weary to dance evenings. Can’t you cut out golf for a week or two, and provide something that will make the crowd sit up and take notice? I wouldn’t mind something of Bohemia, just to spice things.” “Bohemia! I say, Bellmore, what’s your idea of Bohemia? Her Royal Highness here maybe don’t know it!” “Bohemia doesn’t scem to be exactly mapped,” said Bellmore, “but there are many imitations of the territory. It usually consists of a restaurant and a collection of inflamed egos. And yet some of these persons ought to be able to enliven a week-end.” “Get the egos, and never mind their habitual atmosphere,” said Mrs. Dangler. ‘We want entertainment—what theatrical managers call ‘features.’ Isn’t that it? Say a singer like Sigmundi, * who—"” “Who used to be spoons on you when he was plain Billy Smith!” said Dangler. “Remember?” “Was he?” Mrs. Dangler asked, wide-eyed. And if he was, that’s ancient history.” “All right! But if you're going in for amusement we want an equalization of the sexes. What about Mademoiselle Posey?” “I’ve forgotten. comicbooks.com