Judge, 1916-02-26 · page 5 of 28
Judge — February 26, 1916 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains two satirical pieces from Judge magazine (dated 1917 based on the caption). **Top cartoon**: Shows a husband at his desk dismissing his wife's concern about shorter skirts. The satire mocks the husband's obliviousness to fashion changes and contemporary anxieties about women's clothing becoming more revealing—a real social controversy during WWI era. **"One of Life's Little Agonies"**: A dialogue story where a woman reports her baby is missing. The husband dismisses her concerns, attributing the child's absence to normal play. The satire targets husbands' indifference to domestic crises and their tendency to minimize serious family matters as trivial. **"Got the Drop on Him"**: A silhouette illustration depicting domestic conflict, likely showing marital discord where a wife has gained advantage over her husband. These pieces satirize early 20th-century gender relations and domestic tensions.
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