Judge, 1917-03-31 · page 9 of 28
Judge — March 31, 1917 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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The main cartoon satirizes the rising cost of eggs (a contemporary economic concern) through Henry Goodfellow's solution: using eggs as fragile indicators to test baggage handlers' gentleness. The joke is that eggs serve a dual purpose—both practical and revealing of worker behavior. The page includes various satirical pieces typical of Judge magazine: - **"One Alone"** humorously contrasts appreciation for flowers with tobacco's superior appeal - **"Mrs. Sherlock"** depicts a woman using eggs to test whether baggage handlers truly are rough (a social commentary on labor and suspicion) - **"His Opinion"** mocks rural attitudes toward child-rearing through crude dialect humor - **"The Feminine Mind"** stereotypes women as easily pleased by flattery and distracted by trivial novelties (the "new dances") The poetry and social commentary reflect early 20th-century preoccupations: economic inflation, worker treatment, rural/urban class differences, and conventional gender stereotypes presented as humorous observations about human nature.
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Henry Goodfellow, of Nutmeg Center, Conn., appears to have solved the high-cost-of-eggs problem ! One Alone OSE, or wort, or marigold, Bloom of spring or bloom of fall, Columbine or harebell neat, Wild or tame, T love you all! Monkey-flower or touch-me-not, Tulip or wistaria, Pansy, daisy, holly- hoe Ml are fair and sweet 0 me. SS Colors rich, or mod- est tones, Forms that fancies stimulate, Fragrances that give delight, Nature's art you all relate. But, alas!) You all must fade! Transient is your power to please; There is one, and one alone, That can give a magic ease. Its pink bloom is never sought To fit others far more gay By the lover who would speak To his fair through a bouquet. But to me what it foretells When its essences are ripe! Solace and imaginings! Nicotina, fill my pipe!—J.A. Waldron. A woman's age seldom gets the bene- fit of the doubt. Mrs. Sherlock 667T-HERE,” says the good lady, as the transfer man drives off with her trunk. “Now I'll know whether or not the baggagemen are really as rough with things as they are said to be.” “ How will you know?” asks her friend. “T put an egg here and there among my clothes.” His Opinion “Do you believe in infant damnation?” anded the circuit rider. Nope!” replied Mr. Gap Johnson, of Rumpus Ridge, Ark. “If they’ve got good sense the little varmints will pick up all the cuss words they need to get along with, without being sworn at by their pa- rents.” severely de But “Is your lawyer de- voted to your interest?” “Well, yes; but he seems a heap more inter- ested in my principal.” Always A woman always has perfect confidence in the judgment of the man who ilatters her. At the Edge of the Wood By CLINTON SCOLLARD HE paused at the edge of the wood As I heard the bluebird sing, And I trust that she understood That I thought her one with spring. For so she seemed! In her eyes The tints of the violet shone, And in her hair were the dy Of the daffodils and the dawn. She looked ‘neath the white of her hood Like a wind-flower wavering, And I hope that she understood That I thought her one with spring! A statesman is a polished politician. THE FEMININE MIND “Wait a minute, George—it’s doing one of the new dances!”