Judge, 1916-07-15 · page 7 of 28
Judge — July 15, 1916 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This Judge magazine page contains several satirical pieces reflecting early 20th-century attitudes: **"A La Mode" (top cartoon):** A wealthy woman hopes her son marries for love rather than money—satirizing how marriage among the upper classes was often transactional. **"Understood their Lingo":** A racist joke playing on a maid's supposed misunderstanding of the word "coon" (a raccoon). The humor relies on ethnic stereotyping common to the era. **"Married Now":** A poem about a man's romantic nostalgia—he visits old flames only to discover they're all married, then returns home where even his own wife refuses his affections. The joke mocks his disappointment. **"Idler" and other brief quips:** Miscellaneous witticisms about fashion and social behavior. **"Identification" and "Pomoilogical":** Brief comedic observations about tavern life and romantic interest. The page's humor depends heavily on period stereotypes, gender roles, and social class assumptions that would be considered offensive today.
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a Diana—1 hope when you marry, Aubrey, it'll be a love match. Understood their Lingo 66 ARENT those doves pretty?” a mistress asked her colored maid, glancing out of the window at a flock that was both graceful and audible. “Ah nevah liked doves, anyway,” replied the maid. et liked them? Why?” ways sayin’ t’ lookatacoon’! me, ‘O! Idler The painted ship upon a painted ocean acknowledged a rival. “A painted hat upon a painted lady is even idler,” it confessed. Married Now Is I used to kiss, I journeyed back one day. Struck dumb at sight of me, Belle Bliss Recovered soon, to say “T'm married now.” Quite far from speechless, unabashed, Permelia met my gaze. “Still single.” I opined. She dashed My hopes with one cold phrase “I'm married now.” A dare I read in Mabel's eyes— “Come on,” they urged. Hence my surprise Was painful when she coocd: I'm married now.” thus with all. ‘They smiled at me, . when pressed to go Behind the palms where none could see, They sighed and answered: “No; I'm married now.” Rebuffed, kiss hungry, I returned. With my own wife I'd sit. ‘To bill and coo a while I yearned. “Oh, stop,” she scolded QUIT! We're married now.""— ell Love Holliday. Banqueting at 6 A. M. is a fad in Russia. But comparatively few Ameri- cans care to stay up that late. Blasé brother—My dear Di, of course it will—with a very wealthy girl. Identification 6é6J'VE GOT a new dining-room girl since you were here last,” stated the landlord of the Petunia tavern. “If you sce a lady that looks like a duck go- ing out fora waddle, that’s Sylphie.” Pomoillogical Aggie—He thinks she is a pippin. Co-ed.—Yes, the apple of his eye. This picture ain't so awful Until you hear me say, Tt was an eel, which ate a meal, And bloated up this way.—Don Augur. comicbooks.com