Judge, 1916-06-10 · page 10 of 28
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This page from Judge magazine (date unclear) collects humorous short pieces satirizing American social attitudes of the early-to-mid 20th century. **Main cartoons:** 1. **"At Every Word a Reputation Dies"** depicts a job interview where a boy claims unlimited skills (languages, switchboard operation, typing) for $3/week. The humor: the employer's low-ball wage offer seems suspiciously generous for someone with such abilities—the boy correctly suspects he's being conned. 2. **Bottom cartoon** shows a proud mother praising her son's "mechanical genius" as he plays in dirt with machinery. The satire: she mistakes childish play-destruction for intelligence, a common parental delusion. **Text pieces** mock various social conventions: women's vanity about aging, naive definitions of "financiers," marital regrets, and voting ignorance. The "Sinner's Diary" particularly criticizes social hypocrisy—charity toward starving neighbors while ignoring systemic poverty. Overall, the page satirizes American materialism, class pretension, marital dissatisfaction, and self-deception across social classes.
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Who Can Doubt It? If all the prayers were answered the number of widows and widowers in the world would be greatly increased. Her Saddest Hour “A woman’ dest hour,” said the hat in which she finds her first gray h: Not necessarily,” his wife replied. “It may be the hour in which she learns that the man she jilted when she met the failure whom she married has become a millionaire.” Correcting a Mistake “Father, is a financicr a man who can make a lot of money?” “No, my child, a financier is a man who can live on the income froma lot of money that he never had and has no reason to expect.” From a Sinner’s Diary [Sve my post-cards for children across the road who haven't enough to eat. A neighbor is back from the county house. He says it’s no better there than at home. I’ve been told that I'll die there until I’m convinced, but mail does not reach me there at present. I'd as soon live somewhere else and die there, as live there always for the sake of dying somewhere else. J know an old maid who burns a rag whenever a man caller leaves. Women make me think of movie castles—mostly front Some are fools, even when they know something. If your wife don’t know how to vote, better let her get away from you SIDE LIGHTS ON HUMAN NATURE long enough to learn. By S. BE. KISER How women love a preacher! I saw one on the strect yesterday, the Too Free with His Money sisters buzzing around him like blow-flics a ; , “TVD YOU advertise for a boy, mister?” Never mind after they've starved if you don’t while they re starving. wy, + 9 —Lynette Freemire. Yes. Can you get here at 7 o'clock every morning? Do you write a good hand? Do you under- stand how to operate a telephone switchboard, and have Mildred—Oh, no; Helen isn’t. going to marry old Mr. Moneybags. you ever had any experience with the typewriter?” Gertrude—So there isn't anything between them now? Leave it to me. I can do all that.” Mildred—Only forty years, and Helen says that isn’t enough. “Can you talk German and Spanish? | Much of our correspondence is in those languages. I ‘will want you to translate letters now and then. “Lain’t much on foreign languages, but mebby I could learn.” “Yes; undoubtedly. You would have | an opportunity to take lessons at night | | A False Report If you are willing to undertake to do this I will engage you. You may begin to- ow. I will start you at $3 a week.” Nope. [guess I don’t want the place. This business can’t be on the level. You're too darned extravagant.”’ Misled “Ti all the world were mine to give, It should be yours, my love,” said I “[ do not understand. From what You have so often said I thought The thing belonged to you,” said she Benefits of Education “Do you think a college education really pays? “Sure it does. My son is in a stone quarry, a the practice he got w in college at hammer-throwing.” Proud mother—Mark my words, Henry, that boy is a genius. See how he understands machinery already!