Judge, 1917-04-28 · page 16 of 28
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**"She Puzzled Him"** satirizes self-absorbed courting. Tommy Tinker bores a young woman by spending two hours discussing only himself—his meals, clothes, haircuts, office importance, and conquests of other women—then is bewildered when she rejects him and claims a headache. The joke: his complete obliviousness to her lack of interest. The satire targets vain, self-centered men who mistake their own achievements for romantic appeal. **"The Cryptic Cry"** parodies pretentious poetry appreciation. Mabel calls a poem "loveliest," but when Uncle Jed reads it, he can only compare it to the inarticulate cries of a deaf and dumb farmhand in distress. The satire mocks both poetry that sounds like nonsense and people who praise literature they don't understand. The page title "To the White Mountains" frames these as contrasting couples—implying which pair would actually enjoy a vacation together based on their compatibility.
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TO THE WHITE MOUNTAINS Which couple will get the more enjoyment > SHE PUZZLED HIM OMMY TINKER sat in one of the easy chairs at the club alternately puffing at a cigarette and gnawing at the head of his fancy walking-stick. He looked discouraged, trouble. “Well.” [asked solicitously, “how are you progressing in your conquest for Miss Petite’s heart?” Tommy had told us all that he wanted to marry the young lady, but the value he placed on himself was by no means confirmed by others especially girls. “Rot it!” he exclaimed, in answer to my question. “It's all off. She as much as told me not to call again, and [ hadn't anywhere near reached the proposing part. [ was entertaining her just to get her interest keen in me before | sprung the question.” “How did you entertain her?” I asked “Well, L told her of all the interesting things I had done dur- ing the day. Of the carefully selected menus which formed my breakfast, dinner and supper, and of how the barber cut my hair exactly in accordance with my orders. I described the new suits of clothes and overcoats that I was having made, and spoke of the care [ took in selecting the patterns, and of how becoming the articles would be to me when completed. “T spoke of the games,that I enjoy best, and of my skill in playing them, and I mentioned how indispensable 1 was at the office. “T named over all the pretty girls I had met, and described their prettiness, not forgetting to mention how eagerly they sought to know me. [I named my favorite cigarettes, what | pay for them, and a thousand and one other interesting things ‘L entertained her for two solid hours, and then, instead of warming up and getting keen for me as I expected, she 3 and said she had a headache. She added that if I called ag not to be surprised if she was out. Say, girls are queer, aren't they?” William Sanford. and 1 immediately guessed the awned urranza got a big vote for President of Mexico—but do ns shoot as they vote? THE CRYPTIC CRY HIS is the loveliest poem!” cried Mabel, k her magazine “What is it about?” “Ah—er handing him the periodical. inquired, when he had read it “Well-l.” responded the old farmer, “Lused to have a deat and dumb hand that was subject to somethin’ like cramps That poem reminds me of the noise he made when one of his spells come on—a kind of mysterious moanin’. We couldn't tell exactly what ailed him, only that he was in trouble king yp» from asked Uncle Jed you'll have to read it for yourself,” answered she “What do you think of it/* she Wanted—by Mrs. Wiggs—to swap it for a potato pateh Mrs. Featherly Van Pyke. Mrs. Jolitely I paid $250,000 for that portrait of a Duke by You got a Duke in your family darned cheap. comicbooks.com