Judge, 1916-07-29 · page 5 of 28
Judge — July 29, 1916 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This page from Judge magazine presents a serialized romantic story rather than political satire. The narrative describes a moonlit gathering at Swan Lake where various suitors of a woman named "Lulu" assemble silently, each hoping she'll sit beside them. The text emphasizes the melodramatic, somewhat comedic nature of this romantic scene—with "summer men, semi-sporting characters, veterinarians, white players" waiting anxiously. The caption "Who Said a Canoe Was Not Dangerous?" suggests romantic peril. The illustration labeled "A Foregone Conclusion" features an actress (Miss Bhagti) preparing for Shakespearean roles, indicating this may be theatrical fiction or a celebrity narrative rather than political commentary. The page functions as entertainment-focused magazine content typical of early 20th-century Judge publications.
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WHO SAID A CANOE WAS NOT DANGEROUS? THE SHADES OF LULU’S LOVES hy FRED LADD FTER a vast preliminary planning and inter-shade com- ah! the music of that voice! and they dreamed their dreams munication, which was accomplished with genuine diffi- again, though their arms were free. culty on account of the number of shades involved and their That which would have struck any mortal who might have remote distances one from another, it was _ beheld this ghostly gathering—struck with a terrific impact, finally decided that all the gentlemanly — it were—was the intensely cosmopolitan character of the assem- shades of Lulu’s Loves should gather at bled multitude of shades. There were summer men, semi- Swan Lake on a certain night in August sporting characters, veterinarians, violin players, and vege- when the moon would be in its full, there and then to celebrate the glories of Lulu. It was not expected that Lulu would be able to be present, as she was wandering no one knew where the present season. It was really quite a spooky occasion when, on the tree- clad shore of the silver lake, beneath the moon’s pale and ghostly light, the throng of Lulu’s Loves gathered, flitting from out of the to-one-another Vast Unknown, arriving silently, in| melancholy form and dignified state. The earliest arriv: ppeared soon after the sun went down, even before the first faint stars twinkled softly in the slowly purpling night sky. These were seated on rocks and logs along the shore, and aimlessly waited, cach one hoping t Lulu would come to sit by his side and obliterate time, space and all the world. By ten o'clock the shades of Lulu’s Loves began coming in phalanxes, battalions, serried ranks. Silent, pensive, ap- prehensive, restlessly hovering, crowding frightfully in certain favorite nooks and secluded spots, yet ever silent, cach heart filled to the uttermost with thoughts of Lulu, _ only Lulu, she of the wonderful dark eyes, the clinging, A FOREGONE CONCLUSION trustful caress, the strangely sweet and thrilling voice— Miss Bluffit—I ain't ever played no Shakespearian roles. But I can iry. N oo” comicbooks.com