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# "Two in a Booth" — Judge Magazine Satire This page satirizes early women's suffrage and the poor conditions provided for female voters. Two women discuss voting in a makeshift polling booth—essentially a flimsy canvas enclosure offering no privacy (anyone can hear them) and no amenities (bad lighting, no writing surface, a pencil tied to prevent theft). The satire cuts multiple ways: it mocks election officials for treating women voters as untrustworthy (the tied pencil suggests women will steal), while also gently ribbing the women for their concern with comfort and aesthetics. One woman complains they're being welcomed to voting with condescension and distrust. The cartoon reflects the tension around women's suffrage (likely early 1900s, pre-1920), showing how women experienced voting as second-class citizens. The additional short stories below ("Eureka!" and "No Voice in the Management") continue gender-based humor about women's economic dependence on men.

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