Judge, 1918-06-01 · page 6 of 36
Judge — June 1, 1918 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains two distinct pieces: **Top cartoon**: Shows a man and woman in a boat, and a man at a bank counter. The caption references "Gold...Handed In to Me Across the Counter of the Bank," suggesting commentary on financial matters or gold standards—likely relevant to early 20th-century monetary debates. **"The Eternal Feminine" article** by Tom P. Morgan: A humorous piece about gender differences and marriage. A man complains that women are unpredictable and illogical, while a woman counters that men simply don't understand female psychology. The included illustration shows domestic life. The humor relies on period stereotypes about inherent gender incompatibility. The "bank" reference in the top cartoon remains unclear without additional context, though it may relate to financial security in marriage discussions.
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Tue Onty Goin I Know Asout ts THE G CounTER ing with psychology, biology, geology and the whole shooting match—and if he can tell me anything he knows about those two things more than I do by just looking at them, I’ll buy the eats for the crowd. But all the same, it is kind of interesting when you run up against a real proposition like that girl and just know her well enough to ask her real things and see if the secrets won’t come out. Because I know, of course, that she loved him, that she was just crazy about him, and if any other fellow had spruced up to her—but that isn’t imaginable. It isn’t in the air—just now. “My Heavens,” I exclaimed, “I wish I had your spirits. How do you feel, anyway?” “Feel?” she said, as she kepton purling. “Just what do you mean?” “Well, I mean this,” I said bluntly. ‘“Here’s Bob, gone off you don’t know where, and you only married him the other day, and you’re happy. Now don’t deny it. You are happy. And you're cheerful.” “Of course I’m happy. I’ve just got to be. That’s what I’m here for.” “But suppose you hadn’t married Bob,” I said, “How would you have felt then?” “Awful!” she said. “Yes, I should have felt just awful!” “But why don’t you feel awful now?” “T don’t know. How can I tell? You are always want- ing to know. But I don’t know.” “Ts it because you are married now?” I per- sisted. “Certainly it is.” “But why? What possi- ble difference does it make whether you are married or not? Before you were parted you could see him, touch him. He was visible, just like the gold on my counter. And now you cannot see him; he is invisible—and that’s all there is to it.”” “But you don’t under- stand!” she exclaimed. “Yes, I do,” I replied triumphantly. “It’s the hid- Drawn by R. B. Furcen Mother—' The Gene censorship somewhere! u've Betrayep ! There must be a leak in our otp THat 1s Hanpep In to Me Across THE or THE BANK den, invisible bond—that’s it! That’s what makes all the difference.” She shook her head. philosopher of woman. “T don’t know anything about that,” she said. “All I know is that I have finished my course as a nurse, that I have been accepted, and that I sai! for France next week. And then—I shall be with him, shall see him once again!” She was no psychologist or The Eternal Feminine By Tom P. Morcanx bs WOMEN is funny folks, ’most any way you take ’em,” philosophically admitted Mr. Gap joka son, of Rumpus Ridge, Ark. “The oldest man in Amer- ica can’t tell what a lady will do next, and if he could, she wouldn’t do it. Day before yesterday while we was setting around the dinner-table wife slapped a few of the children into shape’and then sorter casually asked me if I knowed what day it was. “Why, Wednesday or Thursday, I reckon,’ says I. ‘I hain’t paid much attention lately, but it’s some’rs along there.’ “*Tt is Tuesday, the 1oth,’ says she, kind o’ stern- ly. ‘Do you know what hap- pened fifteen years ago to- day?’ “*Hum, now! Lez see!’ says I. ‘Oh, yes!—that was the day a tree fell on me and busted me up consid- erable. I forgot 6 “*No, it wasn’t!’ she snapped. ‘We were married fifteen years ago today.’ “*Ts that so?’ says I. ‘Well, I knowed something happened to me, but sorter disrecollected what. Aw-hum! I : “And then I’ll be switched if wife didn’t rise up like a queen and sling mighty nigh every dish on the place at my head—dishes that cost me good moncy, too! The longer I live with women, the less I know abcut ’em!” been fighting again!