Judge, 1916-04-08 · page 5 of 28
Judge — April 8, 1916 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
The top cartoon titled "Equality" satirizes class differences through a visual joke: wealthy people in a fancy automobile cheerfully pass a working-class man carrying a large basket, with the caption "Harold de Vere—Hey, Mickey! Can ye pitch for us next Saturday?" The satire is subtle—despite their obvious social and economic superiority (demonstrated by their automobile, formal dress, and top hats), the wealthy characters address the working-class man familiarly and casually, as if they're peers. This mocks the pretense of "equality" while visually demonstrating stark class separation. The joke suggests that the wealthy only adopt democratic familiarity when they need something from working people (here, apparently baseball ability), revealing the hollowness of claimed social equality during this era.
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EQUA Harold de Vere—Hey, Mickey ! LIT Y Can ye pitch for us next Saturday > MARKOWITZ AND HENRY DISCUSS VACATIONS AND PREPAREDNESS By LOU “ UESS WHAT your sister Minnie is bothering me about now!” exclaimed Max Markowitz, as he walked slowly towards a Subway ticket booth, behind Henry Shapiro, his brother-in-law and bookkeeper. “Only a little while ago the streets are so full with snow, like a salesman with samples; and it is yet so cold like the looks of a buyer with last season’s stock, and she’s all the time talking about the country.” “What's her hurry?” asked Henry quickly throwing two tickets into the chopper’s box, and jumping on the train with his brother- in-law. “She knows a dressmaker which is stopping now,”’ replied Markowitz, “and she can get her for a quarter a day cheaper; and like the newspapers, she ‘azy for preparedness for the country. We don’t know where we're going, when we're going, what we're going. To a small place or to a swell place; to the mountains or to Arverne; to a RAB “Max,” interrupted Henry, “Oser if there’s percentage to vacations, like you take. Oder you bury yourself on a farm and spend days and nights digging yourself out with ‘double spades,’ or a little poker, or you go to a fancy hotel where Minnie plays the Queen of Diamonds when it’s not her lead, and you have to follow suit with a full dress and checks. That’s not a vacation. That’s a cancellation for months. You prepare for extra sizes in good times and when the season comes all you get is a headache with a red face, or a red face with a loch in pocket. Eider such vacations, take my advice, Max, and play a little ‘auction’ on the roof!” “What do you think Iam, Henry? A back number and a kabt- zen?” asked Markowitz ‘ott sei dank. I can afford to give my family comforts and pleasure and country. You make out as if you don’t care for vacations. Just like a goil don’t care for fellers; yet you staid away nine days last summer from Friday to Monday loafing around the Catskills and this summer ain’t you going tramp- ing?” comicbooks.com