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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains multiple satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century Judge magazine: **Top Cartoon ("Why Is It?")**: Mocks gender disparities in insurance valuations—men can insure their arms for $10,000, women their feet for $15,000, yet men supposedly can't get "30 cents on his brains." The joke satirizes both gender inequality and male intellectual capacity. **Main Story ("Melrose")**: A domestic drama about a woman whose husband abandoned her for South America with her money. A doctor advises her to "will" his return through positive thinking (a reference to New Thought/self-help movements popular then). The husband does return—only to steal again, this time taking ten thousand dollars from her inheritance. The satire targets both gullible faith in psychological solutions and predatory husbands. **Smaller Jokes**: - "Directing Him": Rural Arkansas bootlegging humor during Prohibition - "Stung": A quip about flattery backfiring - Bottom cartoon: A married couple joke about expensive hats causing gray hair The overall tone is cynical about romance, wealth, and contemporary fads.

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“He is returning. He was in South America. I have letter from him.” “Then there certainly has been a sign—a symbol—in line with your desire. I hope you may be happy together.” Melrose did come back. It appeared that he had read of Mrs. Melrose’s legacy in an American newspaper. But he Mrs. Melrose again sudden- ly and without warning, after a specious story and professions cf affection, this time with ten os thousand dollars by ALB. Watxen Wuy Is It? He can insure his arm for She insures her feet for $10,000. $15,000, “And he went away, perhaps, because you would not meet his dem: ig “On the contrary, I gave him five thousand dollars the day before he disappeared. Ah! And you had moncy left?” She hesitated. “I had a litthe—a few thousand dollars—but he didn’t know.” And you want him back?” Yes.” How long ago did he leave you?” “Two years. And I have had no word from him--don't know where he is.” “Or even whether he is alive?” *No.” The doctor of mental, social and physical problems thought for what seemed to Mrs. Melrose to be a long time. ** Your love for your husband has survived? “Yes. If L could only get him back! I thought you might “If he should come back and you should have y would it not be the same thing over me again “Perhaps he would be sorry and more consid erate. 1 should do everything within reason to please him. I have just received a legacv—a con. siderable sum from an uncle—but should not want te give him much money again unless he was nged.” I confess | am a little puzzled, madam, as to your case. Reform is always possible, but times it isn’t logical. It rests with th acter may be recast in a way, but in essentials likely to dominate along original lines of im If you think your husband might be differ nd that you might influence him aright, and he may return, try to will itso. It may not be necessary for you to come to m : individual. again unless you n—seme symbol—related to your have some lesire. Mrs. Melrose thanked the doctor and left hin A month later she called him on the ‘phone. “I want to thank you again,” she said. “Tam Mrs. Melrose. You remember me? “Yes. I remember you. Your husband had disappeared—and you wished him back.” Mr. Hip Drawn by Banks: az Directing Him “How do I go about it to get a drink in this town?” asked an arid guest “Well, Pll tell you,” replied the landlord of the tavern at Tumlinville, Ark. “First, you pay your bill here and leav direction whur to send your baggage. Then you sneak up the street to that shack with the ‘Feed Store’ sign on it, next d to the undertaker’s. Go into the feed store, pay half a dollar for a swaller of something. give a yell and run. If you have luck you may be able to get inside of the undertaking parlors before you drop dead.” But he can't get 30 cents on his brains. Stung Vipp—She’s rather susceptible to flattery, isn’t she? Tuck—Rather. I once told her she was as sweet as honey, and the very next day she had hives. Eh? “Who was Bacchus, pa?” “Bacchus, my son, was the god What's he the god of now?” f wine.” ra T 4 3 2 pate Rocens Mrs, Hiflite—D'm Gtap you Maves’r your maT ox, Jack. Turvy say WEARING HATS MAKES THE HAIR Gray! te—THE EXPENSIVE MATS YOU WEAR MAKES MI © Gray! i comicbooks.com