Judge, 1917-04-28 · page 14 of 28
Judge — April 28, 1917 — page 14: what you’re looking at
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**Top Cartoon**: "At the Belleair Country Club, Florida" satirizes gold-digging among wealthy socialites. Two women discuss Miss Snapleigh, who secured an engagement to "Percy Millyuns" (a pun on "millions") within a week of arriving at this exclusive Florida resort. The joke mocks the mercenary marriage practices of upper-class women seeking wealthy husbands. **"The Ass" Essay**: A philosophical piece arguing that donkeys are happier than humans because they lack ambition and competitive drives. It critiques how men, unlike asses, suffer from "asininity" rooted in "low-down, human weaknesses"—a tongue-in-cheek commentary on human folly. **Bottom Cartoons**: Two brief jokes—one about traveling across America without leaving "dry territory" (Prohibition-era reference to alcohol availability), another darkly joking that a broker sells life insurance to underpaid clerks, implying financial desperation. The page reflects early 20th-century satirical commentary on class, wealth, Prohibition, and economic anxiety.
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AT THE BELLEAIR COUNTRY CLUB, FLORIDA Ysobel—Does that Miss Snapleigh play a good game? Marguerite —Rather! She hadn't been here a week before she was engaged to Percy Millyuns! his more methodical brethren really begin to tear up Parlia- mentary Law and some of the Commandments. It is somewhat wearing to marshal a lot of facts to riddle an opponent's views on the Single Tax and then find that he is talking about nation-wide Prohibition or the Gary Plan of education. There is only one way to clinch an argument with a chat- terer and that’s against the law. —Charles Elkin, Jr. THE ASS aid to be happiest when making an ass of himself. ars to be logical. Observe any donkey at either work, f or idleness. Whatever the time or circumstances. you have a picture before you of comparative bliss. There is no noise, nor any rumpus at all. It is all in striking contrast to the Coney-Island times of the human animal that never make good any more than the average picnic. It is remarkable that Solomon should not have referred his readers, instead of to the ant, to the ass, for sociological-eco- nomic-psychological reasons. There is much worth while in life besides labor, and industry alone cannot make existence perfect. Unfortunately for man, however, he falls somehow short of being the perfect ass, however numerous he is as the imperfect sort. The epithet may cling, but it is unfair to the ass. Man's asininity collates too much of low-down, human weaknesses, the enumeration of which would malign the gentle, wise, and surprising traits of a most worthy and interesting quadruped. od Chenevix. No Camel Downs—Do you know a man can travel from the Atlantic to the Pacific now and never step out of dry territory? U pson—Maybe he can, but I can’t. Broker's clerk:—I cannot live on my salary! Broker:—Good! | sell life insurance, too! comicbooks.com XUM