Judge, 1918-10-12 · page 6 of 32
Judge — October 12, 1918 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of This Judge Magazine Page The main cartoon depicts a courtroom scene titled "Proof of Mrs. Grundy's Demise." It shows policewomen testifying at a New York police function about their duties and locations. The joke satirizes "Mrs. Grundy"—a Victorian-era personification of rigid social propriety and moral respectability. The caption's punchline involves the sergeant objecting to the women's testimony with "Close up there, you two on the end!"—suggesting these policewomen violate traditional notions of feminine decorum simply by existing in public professional roles. The surrounding text snippets mock women's fashion choices and social anxieties, reinforcing the cartoon's theme: modern women's participation in previously male-dominated spaces represents the death of old-fashioned social conventions. This likely dates to the early 20th century, when women first entered policing.
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The Judge—I regret to say internment. If I had my way I’ not taught me just the way to doit. And how, with virginal anger, I resented his first kiss! One cannot resent a first kiss effectually unless one has had practice. Oh, Harry, for all the tricks of the trade I—thank you. No men “who have meant anything in my life’—heave save His innocence! From the policeman who filled my six- year-old heart with love, on to the man I would have mar- ried if I could (I pray that Fate will never let his path cross mine again!) they have all meant something. What does He think that I’ve been doing all these years? But I’m forget- ting you all, now. And I shall never ask Him about the women in His life. It would be dangerous. Perhaps He would not lie. Proof of Mrs. Grundy’s Demise HE policewomen were drawn up for inspection at a police function in New York. At the end of one of the lines two of the women seemed rather hazy about dis- tance and location. The Sergeanc’s sharp eyes, however, were quick to notice the defect, and he bawled out, “Close up there, you two on the end!” The command drew fire from the eyes of the two con- cerned, but for a moment only, and then they hastened to obey. Happily they had recollected that nowadays they were not even spoken of as “skirts.” A ripple of light laughter broke from the lips of the fair ones who saw and heard, andy was wafted out lazily on the breeze. No signs of mourning marked the passing out of the once much respected Mrs. Grundy. Giving Her a Better Chance Girl (who has just fainted in arms of young lieutenant at the firing of a rifle)—Oh, I beg your pardon! I was so frightene Young lieutenant—Never mind! Let’s go and look over the h artillery. Drown by Joux Hen pper—Oh, yes! ‘ou know it isn’t at all safe wit submarines about. As Much as They Worry Her “YOUR dress,” said a hus- band to his fashionable wife, never please the men.” “I don't dress to please the men,” was the reply, “but to worry other women.” No Hardship “Mow’s the jury of ladies?” asked the judge. “Do they re- pine at being locked up?” ot at all, yer Honor,” re- plied the bailiff. “They got three bridge tables going.” All but the Sugar Hostess (before an afternoon tea)—Yes, now everything is ready: cakes, caviar, liquors, one poet, two lecturers, one tenor, one author and four newspapermen. Amiable Amplitude Jack Spratt, he likes them fat, The beauties on the screen, They sort of rest his eyes, he says, For Mrs. Spratt is lean. We gave up the house-bo: h all those German comicbooks.com