Judge, 1918-10-26 · page 23 of 32
Judge — October 26, 1918 — page 23: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page presents comedic excerpts from contemporary theatrical productions, illustrating dialogue-driven humor typical of early 20th-century Broadway comedies. **"Tea for Three"** satirizes bourgeois morality: a seductive man named Phil attempts to manipulate "Doris" by praising her fiancé Carter as boringly virtuous while flattering his own rakish nature as secretly faithful. The joke reveals Phil's transparent manipulation—he assumes respectable men are jealous prudes, unaware Doris will simply tell Carter the truth, undermining Phil's scheming. **"Penrod"** and **"Daddies"** offer gentler domestic humor: Penrod tracking a vagrant to a YMCA (unexpected shelter for the poor), and a child interrupting adult conversation with trivial requests ("fix her sock"). The top image, captioned "Comrade Nagle," appears to reference German surrender negotiations (likely post-WWI), though context is unclear without dating. The satire targets masculine pretension and social hypocrisy rather than specific political targets.
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From “Watcu Your: Neicusor”™ From “Tea For Turee” Put: Carter is a good sort, straight and honest, and faithful to you, I suppose. Doris: Of course he is. Putt: H-m-m—but it is always that straight, upstanding virtuous type. of gentleman that I suspect. It ta a trifler like me who airs his peccadilloes to be truly faithful. But Carter has no imagination. Heis highly conventional, highly stupid, and most fearfully a bore —and yet I like him and you love him. Doris: But just how do you mean that Carter is—stupid? Pui: In a dozen ways, one of which, for example, is that hewould be xtremely shocked to know that you were lunching with me alone. Now wouldn’t he? Doris: Well, I suppose in a way— but, of course, I’m going to tell him. Puiu: Is that wise? Doris: Oh, I couldn’t really de- ceive him—and besides it'd be sure to leak out. surrender themsel Comrape Nac unconditionally. The comrades of Germany will TT h h Secret Service) A From “ Pexrop” Pexrop: I tracked that old scoun- drel, Dade, to the den where he lives. Sam: Where does he live? rob: That old scoundrel, Dade, in a place called the Y.M.C.A “Dappies” Lorry, late of devastated France, has a rd this crabbed bachelor for a papa. She here intrudes upon his eminently adult con- versation with the request that he fix her sock, which has lapsed from its proper altitude. “Oh, Daddy, I’ve found a hair!” From comicbooks.com