Judge, 1916-05-20 · page 7 of 28
Judge — May 20, 1916 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains multiple short humorous pieces typical of early 20th-century satirical magazines: **"Mrs. Citybride"** (top cartoon): A social satire about class mobility. A wealthy father initially objected to his daughter Felice dating "Luigi Morello," believing him beneath their station. He's now learning the man is actually Tom McCann, a chauffeur-turned-engineer who deliberately hid his identity to prove he could succeed through merit alone. The joke targets both snobbish class consciousness and the American self-made man narrative—McCann's deliberate deception undermines the sincerity of his achievement. **"Promise vs. Threat"** (poem): A lighthearted meditation on how people mistake casual utterances for binding commitments, using marriage proposals as the central example. It's social commentary on miscommunication and regret. The remaining pieces are brief gag comics exploiting wordplay and literal misunderstandings ("A Minor Detail," "Her Queer Notion"), typical filler content for such magazines.
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Mrs. Citybride “Yes, indeed—Tom MeCann. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Remember how you raged when you found out he'd been flirting with your precious daughter?” “McCann, chauffeur!” “Of course, silly! Luigi Morello is just a name the press agent made up. Tom said you you the were just stuck on yourself because were rich—he'd show yoy he could make as much money as the next man. He's been designing engines for five or six years and working dreadfully hard. Asked me not to put on the ring till the race was over, but I knew all the time that he’d win and told you so.” Felice pulled off her left glove and a diamond sparkled from the fourth finger. Hiram Sherwood sank limply in his s “Can you beat that for nerve? muttered. ‘*Can you beat that for nerv Felice replied in her most positive and irritating manner. “You have to have nerve in this game, she observed. ‘Tom couldn’t possibly won without it. Now, come along, We're to meet Tom in the six and all go out to dinner have father dear, hotel lobby « together.” Promise vs. Threat EAR COUSIN ALFRED said to me, (AIL dwelleth in Podunk) “Lm coming, Christmas-time, to see Yourself and Aunt and Unk.” He did To crowd my f t for a promise, but pot mean, this rustic nut, me with fret He meant To me it was a threat Bill, 1'll gladly marry you,” Cooed Claribel passa When William, once when feeling blue, Had been a silly j And told her of hi They wed, to their regret She thought it was a promise—yes! Bill knows it was a threat loneliness— And thus through life we fool along, A-pledging this and that, Each jostling each amid the throng, Most efforts falling flat We're mainly doubting Thomases, Fed up on vain regrets— We're always making promises, That turn out to be threats. — Strickland Gillilan. Isn't it a dear! Just the place for us—if there is a delicatessen shop nearby A Minor Detail How could you become so bat- tered by simply going through a door? Clancy—Sure, I forgot to mention that the door was shut when I went through. Judge Her Queer Notion i ing?” what she calls it,” replied old P. G. Pester. “I don’t know why. They tell me no such fish as this Has ever seen the light. I guess that’s so; at least I know J saw it in the night.—Den Augur comicbooks.com