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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains several humorous pieces satirizing early 20th-century American domestic and social life: **"Peace Terms"** depicts marital discord through exaggeration. A husband addresses his "young bride" in commanding tones; she responds by punching him so hard he sees stars. The joke: once she's demonstrated her strength, he learns to address her "in affectionate tones" instead—a reversal of expected gender dynamics that mocks both traditional male authority and the "new woman" of the era. **"Strategy"** continues the domestic theme, showing a wife claiming she needs "beauty sleep" while refusing to prepare breakfast. The husband capitulates, and she becomes dutiful—satirizing both marital negotiation tactics and the contradiction between women's proclaimed needs and their actual behavior. **"Amnesia? Ahfergitit!"** is a philosophical essay-joke coining the slang term "ahfergitit" (forget it) as superior to "amnesia." It humorously argues that forgetting debts, bills, and social obligations is actually a mark of superiority and moral advancement—obvious satire of those who conveniently "forget" their responsibilities. The pieces mock marriage, gender relations, and selective memory with period-appropriate humor.

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S mae Cones Drawn by Rovent A. Guarr Nava Term—A Smoke Screen Peace Terms By M. W. Joe PHUS JERICHO JOSHUA JONES Addressed his young bride in peremptory tones; And she, the poor, delicate, docile young thing, Swung to Joe’s jaw a horrible swing. Greer When he could see through the dazzle and glitter Of the millions of stars and the song birds a-twitter, He felt for his face, where he found a great dint, And in one of his eyes a perceptible squint Envoi Now Josephus Jericho Joshua Jones Addresses his wife in affectionate tones. Strategy “Oh my,” yawned the wife as hubby plead with her to arise and prepare his breakfast, “you never let me have my beauty sleep!” Amnesia? Ahfergitit! By Too Cuexevix EMORY has had altogether too much said in its M praise. To know how to forget as well as how to remember is of the greatest importance. How to forget is perhaps of more account, because there are so many things that in sheer nature ought to be forgotten. On the other hand, those which deserve to be immortalized by memory are very few. It is bound soon to be a mark of high moral standard for us to be able to forget permanently. The judiciary has long recognized this. Amnesia, moreover, need not be considered a disease, but rather an accomplishment, and, besides, as to diseases, the doctors have enough on their list already. Most of us regret with ample reason that our memo- ries are so good as to approach the abnormal borderline, and the consequent power of forgetting is bad in quality It is most unpleasant to keep in mind the gas-meter,the rent, shoemakers, carfares, burglars, enemies, bills cetera, and nothing whatever seems to be gained by it. It is truly noticeable that the superior people of our acquaintance who quite forget all these items, and more too, actually appear to progress through life much better than we do, at least as far as we have both gone. Amnesia is not a very intelligible or pretty word, somehow, and it might be replaced by one of clearer meaning. No matter about its origin, Anglo-Saxon or Anglo-anything, provided it is handy, and an antonym of Memor hfergitit” is easy, musical, cuphonious, colloquial, and suggestive, and, as far as we know, it is new to the dictionary. It smacks of the human. “Ahfergitit” is a good word, defining what Memory not, and if we accustom ourselves to its lesson we shall soon become adepts in an advanced scientific art. His Surprise “My uncle, 'Bije Beenaway, has come back after being absent from the old home town for nearly forty years,” an- nounced Burt Blurt, of Petunia. “T betcha he sce a good ‘cal that surprises him,” old Riley Rezzidew. “Yes. He says he is amazed to observe the changes that have not taken place.” asserted “But you don’t need a beauty sleep, dear,” answered \ hubby. And it came to pass that wifie quickly arose and there have been no more late breakfasts in that household, even unto this day No Campment. The Mouse—Let's see you do this. Drawn by Le comicbooks.com