Judge, 1915-11-20 · page 12 of 28
Judge — November 20, 1915 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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This Thanksgiving-themed page from Judge magazine satirizes early 20th-century gender roles and social attitudes. The **main cartoons** mock contemporary anxieties: "Why He Was Quiet" jokes that wives silence husbands; "Criticism Implied" ridicules a newlywed's insecurity about her cooking and her mother's gaslighting; "Fooled All Around" suggests marriage is mutual deception. **"Right Back At Him"** presents proto-feminist humor—when a man dismisses women's suffrage as decorative, "Sarah the Siff" counters that men's mustaches serve no real purpose either, inverting his condescension. The **Thanksgiving poem** celebrates modest domesticity—a working man content with his "dear little girl" and "snug little cottage," explicitly rejecting wealth and high society. **"Woman's Philosophy"** offers sardonic advice about self-improvement through denial. Overall, the page reflects anxieties about marriage, women's expanding social roles (suffrage), and class anxiety in the pre-WWI era, using humor to reinforce traditional gender hierarchies while acknowledging women's growing assertiveness.
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A Thanksgiving Song HOUGH I'm not in the swim of the fashion, Don't move in society's whirl, Though I own to no mas- terful passion, But do love one dear lit- tle girl, Though of red gold I haven't a bankful, Don't walk with the rich in their ranks, Yet I've reason enough to be thankful, And so T am here to give thanks! Give thanks I’m not put in a panic By rumors when stocks are in doubt, That in size L am not aldermanic, And amt siot inclined to thre gout! Give thanks that my tongue doesn’t tattle About my good neighbors’ affairs; Give thanks that no. skeletons rattle Just under or over the stairs! Give thanks that the whole of my hobbies Are harmless as bird-song in May, That I have not to linger in lobbies, And that there's no piper to pay! Give thanks that my tastes are all simple, That I never am pestered by pique: Give thanks that my love has a dimple That plays hide-and-seek on her cheek! Give thanks for a snug little cottage That's girdled with rose-vines, not rue, Where I know there'll be more than mere pottage, Be turkey enough, and for two! Give thanks, though the land may be “crank "full, That I am not classed with the “cranks,” Yes, I've reason enough to be thankful, And so Iam here to give thanks! —Clinton Scollard. Why He Was Quiet “What did he have to say for himself? “Nothing. His wife was with him eu . eel WOMAN'S Criticism Implied SCH E doesn't like my cooking,” sobbed the three -months bride, a tear on her long lashes. “I just know he doesn’t. So, there!” “What makes you think so?” her mother “Has he said he doesn’t like your cooking?” “N-no-o,” stammered the bride. “Nonsense, child, it’s just your ii nation. I felt there was no ba “There is a basis,” the bride insisted tear- fully. “I had been cooking the loveliest things for him for about two weeks and then he told me he had decided to become a raw food faddist. Bo-hoo-o-o0!” Right Back At Him Freddy the Fop—You women have no need for the ballot. You simply want it as a sort of decoration. Sarah the Siff—You men have no real need for mustaches. You want ‘em, that’s all. Fooled All Around “Well, well,” said Mrs. Jingle, “Susan Spriggs fooled us all and got married at last! “IT guess she has,” admitted Mr. J., ‘and reckon she'll do well if she ain’t fooled her- self, toc Aerial Obstructions Planet Mars—Hit anything this time “round? Jupiter—Couple of Zepps and a wireless. MAGAZINE Lady Bountiful OVELY, witching, winsome May, You on whom so long I've doted, Well you know Thanksgiving Day To much feasting is devoted Turkey I'm not partial to; Pudding? Far from good I find it— If I feast my eyes on you, I'm in hopes that you'll not mind it. Nathan M. Levy. Telling Things “You can tell more about a woman by looking at the man with her than by looking at her,” remarked the Wise Individual. “And you'd better tell less about her,” countered the Silly Individual. Woman's Philosophy If the shoe fits get a size smaller. WELL KEPT Friend—Are you taking good care of your cold? Sufferer—You bet Lam! I've had it six weeks and it’s as good as new.