Judge, 1916-08-19 · page 16 of 28
Judge — August 19, 1916 — page 16: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Judge* satirizes summer romance and courtship at an elite college resort. The photograph shows a woman in an elaborate wide-brimmed hat at what appears to be a fashionable seaside venue, surrounded by formally dressed men and women. The text mocks young men's summer flirtations through fictional dialogues. It ridicules wealthy college boys who pursue romantic dalliances without genuine commitment, spend lavishly on women while claiming poverty, and treat courtship as a casual game rather than serious intention. The satire targets their performative sophistication ("originality of your silence"), their theatrical romanticism (references to Romeo and Juliet), and their cynicism about love. The title "One Hundred in the Shade" likely refers to sweltering summer heat—a metaphor for the intensity and discomfort of romantic entanglement. The overall message critiques privileged youth culture's superficiality and the gap between romantic performance and sincere feeling.
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AT Nell You men waste your summers terribly G"oeghagyg ONE HUNDRED IN THE parasol cost more than your entire outfit, Perey, and when your brief little outing a week that flits as a day is irrevocably done, she wi ing on the beach with the newest Summer Man—just jus ! Oo mL ali that! ats easily It’s a gift to be able to be affectionate and non-committal in the same breath, If she says she doesn’t know how to swim, all the more i son why you should teach her; the gods like to laugh. You needn't seize every opportunity with a strangle hold, True artists have a touch as light as cider down. Gently, gently, when Mother is near. Tennis is but an inconsequential subterfuge for making an ass of your father’s son, Let the lightning-flash of your boarding-house wit be en tirely concealed by the originality of your silence Whose vacation is this, anyhow? Dd you think, that at a summer resort, you could get food for love or money?—Or love for food or mon food or love? You cannot sing the old songs you sang long years ago, for the police are stricter Juliet. swore “twas the nightingale, not the Romeo convinced? or . lark. = Was sul, it doesn’t matter so much DARTMOUTH You don't seem to get anything out of them. dozen pictures, three ties, and six new Freep COL LEGE Charlie Ob SHADE Whisth Label het ripp into a se condition, when Every lady has a label, but every Give up your money gracefully, and heat old hall bedroom: Violets have discoverer of thi it sheltered ye me delightful secret... Oh, my boy, my boy! 1 And ther . tnd your name Disappointment in love is nothing I finish! “Justa dash ride, the foolish t Ask papa Civilization is but those orange bitters he fe raph another name for front and then who have loved and lost In Summer, when the days are long, you to enrich hotel proprietors Remember how prettily she kissed? Sssss-h! Pretty Good Evidence ued all thet Polly fixed financially? For instance Dolly —Oh, he must At through fire and Of course he loves you. any rate he water for me,