Judge, 1918-04-20 · page 6 of 36
Judge — April 20, 1918 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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**Main Cartoon:** The illustration shows a man at a desk confronting a woman, with the caption "If You Don't Have the Sudbury's Dinner in the Hollow of Your Little Hand, I'll Eat My Words." This depicts a domestic dispute about social obligations—specifically attending a dinner party at the Sudbury residence. The satire targets the pretensions of upper-class social climbing and dinner-party culture, where missing such events carried social consequences. **"Egg View Notes" Section:** This gossip column includes brief anecdotes about local personalities, including references to balloon ascensions, an accidental dog injury, and a barber's mishap. These are light satirical jabs at everyday suburban life and minor celebrities. The page satirizes early 20th-century American social anxiety around maintaining proper social standing through fashionable dinner attendance.
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“Tr You Don’t Have tue Supsury’s D of Bunkovi. not knowing a thing of what they “Elaine, dear,” I said, smiling at my humiliated though honest wife, “don’t let it worry you. Probably not a single soul present really knew much more than the names of the ultra-modern celebrities they men- tioned. This is just a new version of a very old game. Years ago, when Classics were fashionable, people at dinners used to talk about the grandeur of Milton’s ‘Paradise Lost,’ the necessity of knowing the Iliad in the original and the vital power of Plato’s ‘Credo.’ Every one said ‘Of course’ and ‘Quite so’ to that sort of talk and probably nine-tenths of these personified echoes had never read a line of what every one called the Classics. Don’t you worry, dear, over all this nec stuff you've heard to-night.” “But, John,” Elaine cried in dismay, “you forget that I’ve promised to go to the Sudbury’s on Friday night, where I’m to meet these same people. I simply can’t get out of it, and I just can’t stand another mortifying evening like to-nigl It was all like that, and I felt dreadful at were talking.” NER IN THE Hottow oF Your Littte Hanp, I’it Eat ) My Worps” since you heard of Zabriska. Act in a nil admirari manner and you'll find them all following you. Be sneery. Be superior. Affect omniscience. I'll make out a list of quite-too-utterly new names for you with a short sketch of each one’s achievements, amours, and adventures and if you don’t have the Sudbury’s dinner vin the hollow of your little hand, I'll eat my words. sf John, you're a darling,” said Elaine, rising im- pulsively and kissing me, but even now I don’t know if that kiss was intended as a mark of gratitude for my scheme, or just because I called her hand little. Elaine really wears sevens. Egg View Notes By Leste Van Every ANNON thinks that balloon ascensions always remain on the list of attractions free to the public. “Some “We'll fix that, ingly. “How?” asked Elaine, practical and direct as ever, suspecting my self-confidence. “Well,” I explained, “if any one mentions some highbrow you've never heard of state instantly with quiet but firm nonchalance that he is now quite passé, that Lineoli, the said reassur- Ambrose Crosslots sa} ks who git baptized dry off too accidentally disabled his dog Wednesday morning while hunting in the Moon Lake woods. He reports that he caught sight of his dog and a pole-cat crossing a field in a big rush, which excited him a great deal and caused him to fire and hit the dog, which was lead- Italian savant, has utterly repudi- ated his whole theory. If any one asks what you think of Schoenberg’s music, say it bores you ever “Tue Drawn by E. Rexpevist Hooverizeo War Verstox Pex Is Micutier Tuan tHe ing at the time. Erny Neff, our barber, spent Fri- day afternoon giving a stranger Sworn” hair-cut. He had forgotten how.