Judge, 1916-03-04 · page 9 of 28
Judge — March 4, 1916 — page 9: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This is a humor page from *Judge* magazine featuring several unrelated satirical pieces about early 20th-century life: **"After the Accident"** (top): A cartoon showing a car accident by a bridge. The boy asks what "bait" the man is using—a joke about fishing, implying the man is now "hooked" or trapped by car ownership troubles. **"His First Car"** (left): A poem mocking the complexity and unreliability of early automobiles. The speaker is baffled by mechanical problems (clutch, carburetor) and frustrated by constant breakdowns—reflecting widespread anxiety about new car technology. **"Timely Tip"** (center): Satirizes marital dynamics by offering cynical advice on avoiding wearing rubbers (rain gear) despite a wife's insistence. The joke is that men use psychological manipulation rather than obedience. **Other pieces** include jokes about baseball history, a novelist running out of ideas, and a child's naive question about why legislators aren't taxidermists (pun on "taxes"). The satire targets early automotive frustration, gender relations, and general absurdities of the era.
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AFTER His First Car ER, sputter, O my car, While I marvel what you are, your innards so complex Mind of simple me to vex. (What are you going to do next, I won- der!) They say the clutch is out of whack; say has a They Your latest “readjustments In lack of other prime abettor They blame it on the carburetor. (How do I fix the darned thing?) Sputter, sputter, O my cart A mystery beyond me far. Of vagaries as yet untried. My hope, my fear, my shame, my pride. (Why did I get you, anyway?) Your réle to halt on public track, ‘The while I rubber on my back; And when I should be gaily spinning I'm down amidst your underpinning! (And all the world laughs!) —Edwin L. Sabin. Anyway, the man who stammers generally knows what he is trying to say. THE ACCIDEN Boy—Great Scott! Mister, what bait are ye usin’? Timely Tip How to elude your wife when she insi that you positively must wear your rubbers. you go out: vely will not do This wiil produce in her an attitude of resig- nation, and she will almost forgive you for not wearing them for giving her a chance to act the réle of a martyr. Second, say that you never wore rubbers before you were married. She will then tell you that you were always sick, too, and will work herself into a jovial glow by thinking what good care she is taking of you. Third, wear the rubbers to keep peace in the family. The National Game Naggsby—I see in the paper that somebody found a fan four hundred years old. Waggsby—I didn’t know they played baseball so long ago. , And Now “Has Scribbler written ‘any more problem novels?” “No; he ran out of ideas, and now he’s looking for some novel problems.” “ig Kt RITE. Enlightening Jamie said Jamie, “the reason so many laws is because 6¢ DAPA,” there’s one more question, Papa,” said + “Why are there so many taxes, when there aren’t any taxidermists in the Legislature?” “Isn't the weather changeable!” comicbooks.com