Judge, 1919-09-06 · page 20 of 36
Judge — September 6, 1919 — page 20: what you’re looking at
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This is a humor page from *Judge* magazine featuring multiple short jokes and comic vignettes about marriage and courtship, reflecting early 20th-century American attitudes toward relationships. The main cartoon shows a silhouetted woman viewing what appears to be decorative panels or artwork in a gallery-like setting, illustrating a Swedish anecdote about a man's collection of objects made from his wife's hats over two years—mocking both female fashion excess and marital frustration. The surrounding jokes use stock satirical tropes: women marrying for money then divorcing when husbands go broke; pretty girls rejecting wealthy suitors' material promises in favor of targeting their fathers instead; gender-based physical humor (a woman gaining weight, aging chin); and ethnic humor (a Swedish immigrant's broken English about preferring marriage "hunting" to actual hunting). The humor assumes middle-class male readership and reinforces period stereotypes about women as materialistic, vain, and physically changing with age, while men are portrayed as tolerant but exasperated.
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Gasten—Vad i all cérldens dar ar det har for Det ar alla de olika foremal, som under loppet ar tid Guest—What on earth have you got here? Host—Just a small colle vears!—Kasper (Stockholm). [ | Passing the Buck—“ Yes, the pretty girl is worshiped,” says David Belasco, “but she remains unspoiled. I heard the other day about an elderly million- aire banker who proposed to a pretty girl at Palm Beach. “*Think,’ said the old rascal, ‘think of the automobiles and pearls and sad- dle horses a rich husband could giv “The girl looked at him critically “Oh, a rich father would do just as well,’ she said. ‘Marry mamma.’"’- Pittsburg Chronicle-Telegra ph. The Test—She—Would you cheer- fully walk 10 miles for the sake of seeing me? He—Er—Well—of course, love. She—I'm so glad because I have just heard your last car go.—Edinburgh Scots- man, tion | have made from the hats of my wife during the past two Weighty—"It would please me very much, Miss Stout,” said Mr. Mugley, “if you would go to the theatre with me this evening.” “Have you secured the seats?” in- quired Miss Vera Stout. “Oh, come, now,” he protested, “you're not so heavy as all that!"- Detroit News. Respectfully Submitted Bolshevist Author—Permit me to offer you my nine-act drama.—Jugend (Munich). 20 What's a Husband Anyhow?—* Did the fair defendant introduce any char- acter witnesses?” A dozen at least.” “And they say anything good about her?” all swore she was kind to her —Birmingham Age-Herald. The Tie That Bound—Luwyer—On what grounds, madam, do you wish a divorce from your husband? Client—Why, 1 married him for his money and he has lost everything. — Boston Transcript. Mentality—AMrs. Willis—She says she has had four husbands. What type were they? Mrs. Gillis—The mental, tempera- mental, accidental and experimental — Town Topics. Their Experience—Mrs. Harit—VYes, I have no doubt there are unhappy mar riages, but really I cannot understand how they are possible. Now, there's George and I, we are so devoted. He says he could not exist without me, and I'm sure I live only for him. Mrs. Greene—You really are to be congratulated, both of you. By the way, how long have you been married? Mrs. Hartt—Just a week the day after tomorrow.—London Tit-Bits. Lengths a Woman Will Go—Hokus On what grounds were they divorced? Pokus—Incompatibility of tempera- ment, I believe. Hokus—Couldn’t they agree? Pokus—No; every time she tried to make him mad he just laughed.—Town Topics. Tired of Hunting—A young Swede appeared at the county judge's office and asked for a license. “What kind of a license?" judge. “A hunting license?” o,”” was the answer. “Aye tank aye bane hunting long enough. Aye want marriage license.”"—Stray Shots. asked the Why He Didn't—She—Oh, Carl, there was once a time when you used to lovingly stroke my chin. You don’t do it any more. He—Ves; but that was when you had only one.—Detroit News. icoMmichbooksecom'