Judge, 1917-02-17 · page 13 of 28
Judge — February 17, 1917 — page 13: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This is a romantic short story (not a political cartoon) set at Del Monte, a luxury California resort. The narrative depicts a chance meeting between a man and woman at the hotel. The man, a newcomer, sits by the sea and is observed by an attractive woman at a nearby table drinking through a straw. Their conversation develops from casual remarks about the resort's attractions (polo, golf, tennis, sailing) into clear mutual interest and flirtation. The "joke" or satirical angle appears to be the story's title—"A Matrimonial Holiday"—which suggests marriage, yet depicts instead a carefree vacation encounter between unattached people. The humor likely lies in the gap between the respectable, proper social conventions of the era and the modern, relaxed behavior of resort vacationers, where romantic encounters happen freely among the leisure class. The illustration shows striped beach umbrellas and fashionably dressed vacationers, emphasizing the resort's glamorous setting.
📄 Transcribed text from this page (OCR, searchable)
Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
A MATRIMONIAL HOLIDAY By 1. WALDRON i T WAS AT Del Monte. The scene was gay, the air balmy, glass, and he saw her mouth was even prettier in action. He the people—or many of them—those followers of the — was sure she had addressed the remark—or was it a question? sun that abandon winter regions for perpetual summer _ to him, for in spite of the eccentric sweep of the hat she was —idlers who glory in their leisure to revel in the legit now looking at him with both eyes unhindered: And she was mate pleasures and the inevitable mischiefs which smiling. semi-tropical climes inspire. “You have described it,” he replied with an answering He was a newcomer at the hotel. He had not even looked — smile. “I had no idea things were so attractive here.” about. Sure of an apartment to his liking, he had incased “Then you never have been here before? You don’t know ummer togs, sent his man back to a transfer point what you have missed!” where a piece of his baggage had been missed, and strolled out “T realize, I assure you, at this moment that I have missed to look at the sea. That is to say, the sea was first in his mind. much.” He looked at her in a way that gave the remark There was a vacant chair and he settled upon it. The chair personal significance, and she liked it. was at a round table of mahogany. It may be that a smart “Oh, but there are such sports here! Polo, golf, tennis, woman in the chair opposite had something to do with his — sailing, motoring—did you bring a car?—and such natural decision to sit. She was absorbing a pink liquid through a beauties! A park, and even a wonderful wilderness!” synthetic straw. He might have thought that the curvature “T shall explore them. And I hope with pleasing company. of her pretty mouth as she imbibed was attractive. Who can I didn’t bring one of my cars, but cars are to be had every- be sure? He looked for her eyes and caught one of them — where.” observing him through the transparent brim of her hat. Even “I'm at liberty for a while,” she ran on, “and if you care that partial eclipse of the orb did not hide the curiosity behind to walk a bit I’d like to show you something of the place.” it. He lighted a cigarette and glanced at the clouds and the “T should desire no more charming guide,” he said, rising. sea. Semi-nude figures here and there in the near middle dis- ‘‘But suppose we walk along the shore a bit first. Of course tance did not engage him, for his brief looks afield were followed you love the water?” by longer glances at the partly-veiled eye which was still fixed “Love it? Tadore it! But I thought I wouldn’t venture upon him, and he speculated as to the probable period that in to-day. To-morrow, I’m sure, I should like to go in. Of might elapse before absorption of the pink liquid. course you're a fine swimmer. I can tell that at a glance.” Passable.” They strolled toward the bathers scattered himself in “Isn't it a perfectly lovely day!” She had put down the ‘ comicbooks.com XUM