Judge — September 29, 1917 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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‘* Laugh and the World Laughs with You”’ There are laughs galore in every page of Maurice Switzer’s Satire and Song As a fun maker and all-round gloom dispeller this work is simply irresistible. If a good laugh is better than a dose of physic, then SATIRE & SONG will actually save scores of doctor's bills. The Author is a New York business man with a keen but kindly outlook on life, and a rare sense of humor. He puts his observations of life over the plate in the sort of verse that burns holes in the memory. “She Wasn't Over Twenty, But She Knew Her Little Book” pictures a type of ‘the female of the speci that will be instantly recognized With all the fun there is a vein of deep philosophy in such ballads as “Life's Poker Game,” "Hymn of the Down and Outs,” “Opportunity,” “Suspicion,” * The Coat of Content And there's " The Broadway Mother Goose" and those delightful travesties, “The Ruby Yap of Homer K. Yam,” “The Song of the Skirt” and "The Purple Raven.” What O. Henry did for some American types in rose Maurice Switzer has done in verse, and no jess. convincingly. Kipling himself never did anything better Little “Jane Horner”: “Had the lady been wood, she might have stayed good In the gloom of her beanery cell: But being just flesh, she got caught in the mesh Of desire’s drag-net which is hell.” than If you want to shine as an entertainer among your friends, SATIRE & SONG is better than a night at the Foities. It scores a hit every time, and there is a lilt and swing in Maurice Switzer’s verse that make you remember the words. Only @ small edition of SATIRE & SONG, with unique illustrations in color, and in attractive Art Binding (size of volume 8 1-8 inches by 64 inches), designed for private circulation among the author's friends, has been published. Because of the merit of the book we have prevailed upon the author to set aside a few copies for our patrons whom we shall be pleased to supply at a price representing, approxi- mately, cost of manufacture. SATIRE & SONG will be sent postpaid to .your address on_receipt of a $1.00 bill. But send it TODAY. There are only a few copies for general distribution. To get one you must be prompt. Money back if not satisfied. BRUNSWICK SUBSCRIPTION COMPANY 225 FIFTH AVENUE NEW YORK CITY JUDGE THE MODERN WOMAN Suffrage Facts and Fancies By ANNA “You May Break, You May Shatter the Vase if You Will” “TT WISH you would let my boy cook, for he is a fine cool wrote a mother in far away Americ iptain of her son’s regiment in France. And the censor burned the letter because, as he said, the boy was a brave fellow and the letter would make him the laughing stock of the regiment Their cup of bitterness ran over when they found that their captors were women,” wrote the press correspondent of the German prisoners taken by the Legion of Death of Russian women in their first encounter with the enemy. We may prate as we will of the sex lines in human endeavor that are being demolished by the war. But the fact remains that the normal male still smarts with mortification at being caught red handed at a woman’s job or at being found vanquished by courage or skill or muscle bearing the woman brand. Anything But Her Own Job se ILL you take women on the farm?” asked the Mayor's Committee of Women on National Defence of the farmers of New York State. “Sure, send them along.” answered the farm- ers, “Our wives await them at the kitchen door.” So the committee hung out its sign and women poured in to enlist for service in agriculture. Then came a deadlock that moved the committee to ponder. Not one woman would meet the farmer's wife at the kitchen door, Every appli- cant wanted instead a date with the hoe under the open sky, a date with any tool in any place whatever, but never a date with the kitchen stove and the dishpan. What, then, do we sce? Involuntary servitude with women chained to the kitchen floor or men as the scullions of the world? Let's guess again Kitchen drudgery is doomed the minute the female worm turns. It won't be man who will replace woman at her job, but some clever con- trivance of belts and pulleys needing neither aching muscles nor fagged brain to keep them going. And statistics from insane asylums will be revised and no longer show the farmer's wife as one of the chief patrons. Why the Woman Candidate? unforeseen are appearing as the result of women in politics. A noted editorial pen runs somewhat like this: If women run for office the voter ponders the merits of all candi- dates as never otherwise. The way to make thousands of women think of the schools is to ap- point an Ella Flagg Young as the head of them. The way to make thousands of women think of prison reform is to appoint a Katharine Davis as Commissioner of Correction. The way to make thousands of women master the problem of the tariff is to appoint an Ida Tarbell on the Tariff Commissions. How queer! HINC For we were told just the other CADOGAN ETZ day as well as yesterday that one of the trouble inherent in votes for women would be that the beauty of the male candidate would obscure the i¢ for the woman voter. nd here we ar given the woman candidate as an antidote thu eliminate personalities and make the ise shine undimmed. We were told the other day and are apt tobe told almost any day that the woman voter is al] right, but that the woman candidate is a defiance of the laws of God and man and will disrupt the home. And here we are presented with the woman candidate as the saving grace of the situs. tion. All of which proves that the pudding in the eating may upset not only the stomach of th eater but his theories as well. From Women and to Women CCORDING to the sociologist. we do ne stop to ask in war time whether or no og] ancestors would turn in their graves as we depan| from hallowed tradition. So it is that women i} Turk ¢ trotting out of the harem and taking up the jobs and wages left lying about by men. A white cloth still clings to the face of the Ma lem woman as the vine still clings to the molder ing wall, but this also bids fair to fall like a dead leaf in the blast of war necessities. led fist, precedent has kept womey within certain bounds established by custom) The war tting her free. The war servic from women is only equalled by the service df war to women, Why the Vote for English Women? I is too cheap and easy to say that English mez are giving women the vote because the womes, have earned it by plugging away so stoutly at th war. When did anyone get thing just by: deserving it? choes from across the water bring three otber reasons worth jotting down. The war has filled men full-up with a yearning for democracy, and what is woman suffrage but just that? Meo) never believed before that women could turn the trick. Now they think nothing beyond them. But above all, men don’t see how in the worl! they can ever untangle the snarl that the war bs made unless women are on the job. These coe siderations rather than any desire to be just @ women or to please women are said to be the rel reasons why votes for women in the near futer can walk in and hang its hat on the hall rackit Great Britain. THE ROCKING CHAIR by EUGENE C, DOLSON “DQUT where,” he asked, “was Mr. White? You seemed to be alone last night, When through the parlor, quit T happened suddenly to glanc “Why, papa, you are well aware I’ve always claimed that rocking chair; And Mr. White, who knew it well, Sat down there first,” explained Mabelle. Ccomicbooks.com x