Judge, 1916-11-11 · page 16 of 28
Judge — November 11, 1916 — page 16: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains satirical commentary on early 20th-century American social life. The top cartoons contrast "The Landlord" as imagined (a romanticized figure in an idyllic setting) versus reality (a harried businessman besieged by tenants demanding payment—"Pay up or I'll foreclose!"). Below are several humorous short pieces: "Says Skinny Simpson" mocks a child's naive observations about salt and morality; "Back to Haunt Us" jokes about cinema reviving forgotten literature; "As Usual" satirizes public interest in Presidential visits (10,000 want to claim they *saw* him, only 100 actually *heard* him). Other segments include a nostalgic poem about lost youth, commentary on high egg prices, and social commentary on exclusivity (a college club advertised as fine "as the Public Library" but "not so exclusive"). The right panel shows a woman eloping in a motorcar, captioned "The Very Latest in Elopements"—likely satirizing motorcar culture and changing social attitudes toward romance.
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4 ] ‘ut Ht FORCLOSE! As he is popularly supposed to be—— Arcady VER the blare and the glare of the city, Whiter and brighter than Broadway’s y line more modern than pretty, Rises the Moon of my Yesterday's May. Day's picture faded, as shaded clouds blur it, Sky scrapers taper and merge In the mist, Till I could swear yon- der tank isa turret, Girders a vine where the nightingales kissed! Dreams of the dimly \ seen chimney and a gable, Crooked and quaint in the shadow and shine, Gladly I'd conjure them back were I able! But they are gone. Only mem’ry is mine. Youth's brilliant garment is tattered and clinging, Spurned are the joys that we yearned for too soon, Sparrows’ harsh chatter has drowned the lark’s singing, Song and May waned with my Yesterday's Moon. —H. R. Baukhage. Making a Batter Yes, eggs are high—but married people will take a chance and break the yolk. THE Says Skinny Simpson: S'POSE refined salt is for ladies and girls and coarse salt for boys. My brother, Warts, has been sick so long that his clothes have plumb out- grown him. Once there was a boy whose folks was always hollering at him not to do that and to wash his neck and cars. And he growed up to be a robber and was hung. So, there! They ain’t half as fond of having me in the parlor as you'd reckon they are from seeing me. What I’m here for now is to set over the place on the sofa where the baby spilled the ink. —Tom P. Morgan. Back to Haunt Us Crawford —W hat have you got against the movie: Crabshaw—They’re reviving the old-time best-sellers that we hoped had been forgotten. As Usual Willis—What kind of reception did the Presidential candidate have when he visited your town the other day. Gillis—About as usual. There were 10,000 people who wanted to be able to say “I saw him” and about roo who wanted to be able to say “I heard him.” ——as he most often is LANDLORD The Universal Subject Se PoE women of the Fiji Islands don’t wear any clothes,” remarked the Globe Trotter “Gracious!” “T wonder what they find to talk about. exclaimed the Mere Man. Sour Grapes Whitehall—I tell you Harley College has put up a fine club in New York. Fine as the Public Library inside. Blackball—But not so exclusive. [Perea Wine see THE VERY LATEST IN ELOPEMENTS comicbooks.