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This page from Judge contains two distinct pieces of social commentary typical of early 20th-century satirical magazines. **"At the Ekwanok Country Club"** is a single-panel cartoon depicting wealthy leisure activities at an exclusive Vermont golf club. The illustration shows fashionably dressed women and men in an affluent setting, with the caption suggesting Billy is devoting attention to "Summer courses"—likely a euphemistic joke about romantic pursuits among the idle rich during vacation season. **"From a Sinner's Diary"** is a column of aphoristic observations about human nature and relationships, presented as cynical wisdom. It mocks pretension, vanity, and self-deception among various character types (gossiping women, self-important neighbors, etc.). **"No Game Today"** is a melancholic poem about a rainy day preventing golf, contrasting the gloomy weather and empty golf course with cozy domestic comforts inside. Together, these pieces satirize upper-class leisure culture, romantic entanglements, and human folly—typical Judge fare mocking wealthy Americans' empty pursuits and transparent vanities.

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AT THE EKWANOK COUNTRY CLUB, MANCHESTER, VT. Tess 1 hear that Billy is paying a lot of attention to Summer courses. From a Sinner's Diary HE MORE L know ‘em the less I T care what they think. Cupid was the first osteopath You can stand it first: rate without anything till you've made up your mind ire never going to have it Were [ real rich Pd never wallow in much snow. My favorite game can't be tracked there. A cow seems to have as much fun with her cud as a man does with his pipe Sometimes the trouble is in your own cars instead of somebody. else’s mouth I know a woman who can always prove to you she wouldn't have lied if she hadn't lied. Little Nelson, who had never seen a bird bathe, but hid been told: "L think I know just how it is. The picture of it is in me.” My neighbor says she’s as well off as some people who aren't any better off than she is. Muzzer says if you play with a fool at home he'll play with you abroad I know a woman who among most other women appears like Pike's Peak imong pocket gopher mounds for brains. I know a woman who has crocheted cok bags and read Flying Roll till her Bess sn under the strain, Now Purl two, cast off, mind has b she jabbers all day three I love.” TP say, how often would I have gathered you under my wings, oh, Vanity! Shall) we meet in Heaven? Write and let me know.” Today we hung a white rag out to 1 man and the condolences They thought our flag the bre began coming in landlady dead! Ao street-car right most as noisy as a Leghorn rooster, while it lasts, What are time you what you please right now, dears, and thus be rich before you're so old you can’t past the door is ‘ou working for? So some- in do what you please? Do climb over a log. We show everybody a different part of us, and ourselves a dierent one yet. If the whole thing could be added we'd show up complete, And we'd duck for cover as lively as they'd be interested! Dear! Vl never help buy an invalid chair again. What's the use? We no sooner had it than along comes a healer, lays on a hand or two, and the invalid piles right out of bed and goes to serub- hing! You're lucky if it even lasts while it lasts. Lynette Freemire. Yes; he hardly ever misses eighteen holes a day. No Game Today” COLD, wet day—without cast With inky clouds that limp like wounded a sky o'er ships; umbling wind that hisses sharp and fast » where the carth at saucer bends nd dips V host of bending trees that fight for life Against the wind’s assualt. .V gust of rain That sifts through ifts of clouds and joins the strife, And dashes madly at the window-pane, Within, the labored ticking of the clock Upon the shelf; a swirl of bluish yy of the kettle, and the sweet \roma of the pic the wife has made We might be happy in this day complete Uf we but knew a me were being played Mas, the lot's deserted, bleak, and bare! No joyous throngs assemble for the fray; \ nervous chill sweeps through the damp: ened air, And. rattling doors, goes whining on its way Phe with a hammer, bangs the pter’s beau phones up he cans of night creeps unawares and then silence over all CoP. McDonald. The mystery Upon as comicbooks.com