Judge, 1915-12-11 · page 5 of 28
Judge — December 11, 1915 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Judge* presents a short story by Jane Vivian rather than political satire. The top cartoon depicts a domestic scene where a woman (Mildred) tells a man (presumably her husband) that she cannot borrow money to pay debts, establishing the story's financial conflict. The narrative below concerns Lucille Sampson, a talented musician whose wealthy suitor (Thomas Gardin) proposes marriage conditional on her producing an opera. The story explores themes of artistic aspiration versus romantic compromise—common fodder for early 20th-century women's fiction. The accompanying illustrations show the romantic drama unfolding. This is primarily entertainment content rather than political commentary.
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Mildred—Why the tragic, my dear? THE STA UCILLE SAMPSON had the kind of beauty that. made ‘Thomas Gardin think much about flowers and churches and weddings. — E: ia his own weddi ss pecially the girl, and » her wedding—and his. There was nothing to prevent this wedding — that is, nothing but an opera. ‘Thomas Gardin was rich, with the attendant popularity that follows. More important, he had brains, and he used them for the benefit of art, music and ntific research, But that opera! It stood between him and the altar. It acted as a guardian for the orphaned girl, and, forsooth, she needed none other! At an carly age Miss Sampson had studied dissonance in music. Having no ear for harmony she wrote discords with startling facility. Her teacher was one of great repute, who received ten dollars for a fifteen minutes’ lesson. Teaching dis- Maude—Oh, it's terrible! I can’t think of a soul I can borrow any money from to pay my debts! T HE R OF By JANE VIVIAN sonance was the easiest and most profitable teaching she had ever done! Miss Sampson soon covered page after page with warring notes. These pages were bound into one ear-rending whole and named ‘Gabrielle’s Dream.” When Mr. Gardin heard this “Dream” the foundation of his love received a mighty wrench, but he had heard some “modern’’ music, and he could hear a little more. Gently he turned the composer of this opera to other thoughts, and nervously she led him back to the “Dream.” Whether Gabrielle was the Angel Gabriel, or whether Gabrielle was only one of Lucille’s country cousins, he never learned. She had written her own libretto, and it could be cither one or the other, without a change of text. Months before, he had said: “Lucille, will you marry me?” And months before, she had replied: “Yes, Tom, dear—I—wi she hesi- tated—" Yes, I will marry you—when you get my opera produced.” Had she said, “Yes, when you give me a Ball player—Here, Jimmy, maybe we can borrow his ball, he ain’t usin’ it! S —__Yame Lo * wien NIGHT comicbooks.com