Judge, 1919-11-29 · page 8 of 36
Judge — November 29, 1919 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page (11-29-19) This page contains three satirical pieces: **"A Conservative Cuss"** mocks male laziness disguised as principle. A man avoids chopping wood by hiding in a cave for ten years, returning home only to check—unsuccessfully—if someone else had done it. The satire targets men who rationalize shirking domestic responsibilities. **"Rondoughboy"** ridicules a philandering suitor who makes identical romantic declarations to multiple women (Suzette, Henriette). When confronted, his romantic interest dissolves into nagging about closing doors—satirizing shallow male flirtation. **"Usually"** critiques labor strikes as having become nationalized rather than local affairs. Workers, management, strikebreakers, and troops all come from different states, making the strike's "local interest" merely dodging violence—satire on how industrialization and national capital have removed labor disputes from community control. The illustrations support these themes with exaggerated character types typical of Judge's humorous social commentary.
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ee Drawn by Crawronn Youno Returned Waerrior—Well! it's certainly a treat to see yourself dressed like a workmen came from Seattle, the gentleman again! A Conservative Cuss By Tom P. Morcan 6¢ NE evening nearly twenty years ago,” admitted the soiled and hairy gent who sat at ease in the entrance of a cavern in the far-back fastnesses of the Ozark hills, “my wife, an excellent but loquacious lady, chided me, with a rush of words that in volume re- sembled the flow of the waters that came down at Lodore, for my conservative habits, which she baldly denominated sloth, and declared that if I did not bring in an armful of wood she would not cook supper for me. I arose and went out, as if to get the wood, and did not immediately go back. Instead, I sought this cave, which, while it lacks some of the conveniences to which I had theretofore been accustomed, is an ad- mirable place in which to philosophize in peace. Ten years later I returned home, and quietly opened the kitchen door 4 “Ah!” appreciatively interjected the traveler, who had penetrated to the lair of the troglodyte. “And you bore an armful of wood, just as if you had but a few moments before gone after i “Not so!” was the reply. “I looked cautiously in to see if somebody hadn't brought the wood during my absence. But, alas, the wood box was empty, and so I came away. I contemplate going back again next weck to see if the wood box is still bare.” 11-29-19 Rondoughboy By Max Lier SJ E t’adore,” I told Suzette, “You're my one and only pet. Be my bride and we will dwell In a cottage, furnished swell, That is, if there’s one to let.” Then, enmeshed in Cupid's net, In that madding téte-d-téte, Soft I whispe: {ademoiselle, Je t'adore!” \ Spoke to me that pert coquette: “You said the same to Henriette. Many time I to you tell, Not with you the wedding bell. . . When you go out, don’t forget— Shut that door!” Usually Willis—I_ suppose the strike in your town is a purely local affair. Gillis—Not in the least. The ¢ owned by Boston parties, the manager is from Chicago, the labor organizer hails from N York, the strikebreakers were im- ported from Alabama, and the troops were sent by the Governor. Our only local interest.is ducking bricks. Whistfully Is, this ends the third rubber. Strange, I only remember two arguments. Maud— 7 k Ne Drawn by Pavt. RRiuy Tie Dream or Everywosan—“Home, James!” comichooks.coym