Judge, 1915-11-27 · page 7 of 28
Judge — November 27, 1915 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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This page contains multiple short satirical pieces typical of Judge magazine's social humor: **Main Story ("Came in on the Freight"):** A romantic narrative where Miss Baxter, summoned to care for her cousin Bell, encounters a mysterious gentleman suffering recurring attacks. The humor plays on the awkwardness of their meeting and his apparent mysterious ailment—likely suggesting illness or injury rather than explicit reference. The punchline involves a fox arriving by train, subverting the opening hunting reference. **"Beauty Is Only Skin Deep":** Social commentary mocking men who judge women purely on appearance while dismissing their intellect as shallow. **"Sunday After Church":** Domestic satire about a woman (Mabel) being more interested in fashionable clothing worn by church-goers than the sermon itself—conventional period mockery of female vanity. **"Driven to It":** A merchant must replace worn printing plates for his store advertisement—commentary on business expenses and the wear of commercial machinery. The overall tone reflects early 20th-century magazine humor: romantic intrigue, gender stereotypes, and everyday commercial complaints.
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CAME Ruth—Oh, | do hope we find a Fox! “My word!” they all exclaimed. “Oh, auntie!” cried Bell; and they bundled their relative fecbly protesting into the Inverness train. “We've been so worried. What a dreadful wire to send us!” * * * * * Miss Baxter’s tear-dewed pillow had not had time to dry at ten o’clock that evening when Henry knocked softly at her door. “Bell has caught a fearful cold; can you make a mustard plaster for her chest? She coughs so. And something hot to drink?” “Oh, poor Bell! Directly, Henry; I’ll be as quick as I can.” With noble resolution Miss Baxter put aside the personal, threw down her wet handker- chief, and, wrapped in a dressing-gown, concocted a plaster from the supplies in her traveling-case. Hastily throwing on a coat, and her bonnet over her curl-papers, she started down the corridor to Bell’s room. And ran straight into Him! He had evidently just arrived, for a porter was ahead of him with luggage. “Madam!” he exclaimed, peering closely. ‘Dear Madam, I am so glad I—” A curious spasm crossed his face; he leaned against the wall. Miss Baxter grasped his arm, but he recovered instantly and stool gallantly erect. “T've been pursuing you most rudely; you are the lady, are you not, who—”” Again that look of pain on the ruddy face; Miss Baxter gave a little cry. “Don’t be alarmed,” he said courteously, opening his eyes. “These attacks come often. But let me ask you——” “Oh, my dear friend, shan’t we wait till tomorrow?” fluttered Miss Baxter. IN ON THE FREIGHT Reginald—Don't worry, mum, the fox came down on the 6.49 train this morning. “Dear Madam, no, this attack is bad—that guide book I had— was there not—a paper in it?—a prescription?—invaluable to me— my wife slipped it in . . . Thank you, thank you . . . my man will wait on you for it . . your room?” . . Beauty Is Only Skin Deep “As to face and figure, she is a howling beauty, but her ct is a disappointment. She’s so shallow.” That shouldn't have surprised you. It is proverbial that beauty is never very deep.” Sunday After Church Mabel—I don’t think much of the close of that sermon, Father. Father—No? You were probably thinking more of the clothes of the congregation, my dear. Driven to It Guess I'll have to write a new ad about my store.” “Why, you've used the old ad for fourteen years, Hiram.” “Yes, but the printer tells me the darned old electrotype is wore out.” comicbooks.com