Judge, 1916-09-02 · page 5 of 28
Judge — September 2, 1916 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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**Top Illustration ("Local Color"):** Shows a woman in a long dress speaking to a man in work clothes near a country cottage, with the caption about boarding school and city fashions. This appears to be rural/pastoral humor about country life versus city pretensions. **Main Story ("An Anomalous Husband" by G. Vere Tyler):** Depicts a husband whose wife has left for the country. The narrative humorously describes his emotional response—tears, loneliness, and his friends calling to cheer him up. The joke plays on gender role expectations: a man abandoned by his wife is portrayed as emotionally devastated, inverting typical 1910s-era assumptions about masculine stoicism and female dependence. **Lower Cartoon ("Thought Versus Speech"):** Shows political discussion being corrupted—a commentary on honest discourse versus rhetoric.
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LOCAL COLOR Come. Mary, get them boarding-school togs off and put on yer gingham dress and sunbonnet. It's near time, for them city boarders are gone.” HE day of his wife's exodus fom AN ANOMALOUS HUSBAND Before he had scarcely replaced their city flat to the mountains By G. VERE TYLER the receiver the ‘phone rang again. had arrived. He persuaded her to “Hello, Phil, Mabel get aw = take an carly train that he might see her Good! We want you to come over! Mae Turner is here— AA & aat)) off before his presence was necessary at i 30 AZZ the office. How the hours had passed ! SFO since she kissed her gloved fingers to him 7 from the window nd flashed him a glimpse of tears, he scarcely knew; it seemed to him that he had been in a dream. At the usual hour he left the office for the subway, and twenty minutes later was turning the key in the door of his home. Upon his entrance the desolation and emptiness of it stared him in the face; the sight of a pink kimono on a peg brought the tears to his , She was gone! And two long, desolate empty months of what this hour represented confronted him. Presently the telephone rang and he walked over aimlessly and lifted the receiver. “Hello,” he heard, “my wife gone to the country, ch? Hurrah, old man! Say, Phil, Jim Ferguson is also celebrating —Mrs. F. took the mic express. Jim is giving a little party—some of the Follies’ girls expected. He wants you to s be at his flat about ten o'clock. What's that you say? No! = - ee —— — Why? What's the matter with you? Oh! all right, if that’s THOUGHT VERSUS “SPEECH a de. jc a mi ot ii s me to tell you ° vei * fi ls your attitu le. Hold on a minute! Jim wants me to te 1 ye Enthusiastic reformer—~| tell you, without exception, these politicians he might have known you had your own little party on the are absolutely corrupt! Ellen (admiringly)—Oh, Ernest, dear, first night—good night, old chap, we wish you joy! you really should go into politics ? comicbooks.com