Judge, 1920-10-30 · page 11 of 32
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# Political Cartoons and Humor from Judge Magazine This page contains several satirical pieces: **"With Her Gift"** is a catty society poem mocking shallow aristocratic women—specifically their gossip, materialism, and passive-aggressive gift-giving. The speaker feigns politeness while criticizing the recipient's engagement and fiancé. **"Modern"** is a brief joke about a train robbery targeting doctors' prescriptions—satirizing either prescription drug abuse or the medical profession's prevalence. **The main cartoon** shows a politician with a campaign poster reading "Vote for Lem Lunkhead." The caption mockingly asks whether their candidate lacks qualifications for high office, but claims "With them posters and that slogan we can't lose!"—satirizing how political campaigns rely on catchy slogans rather than actual merit. **"The Bishop's Reasons"** satirizes arguments for admitting women preachers, presenting increasingly absurd justifications that undermine the actual case for gender equality in the church. The remaining pieces offer light domestic humor about wives, orchestras, and gasoline purchases—typical period comedy without obvious political content.
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| Drawn by Rooker Le With Her Gift By Epwaxp W. Barxano “T.0© wish you joy I send this bit of jade. I think it is intended for a cat. Too bad it’s green, and such a sickly shade! But then there’s no significance in that Last week Jane took me on a shopping bat, She picked you up some junk— for which I paid! (No wonder you and Jenny always spat!) To wish you joy, / send this bit of jade. If I digress 1 know I shan’t be flayed (To be as sweet as you I'd be as fat! So sorry that my gift has been delayed! 1 think it is intended for a cat I must run in one day to “tea” and chat And tell you of my gown—it’s blue brocade. Celeste showed me the feather for your hat Too bad it’s green and such a sickly shade At vespers Sunday (when I should have prayed) I watched your groom-to-be from where I sat. He looked to me unhappy and afraid. But then there's no significance in Uiat! a that How you must dread existenc Excuse »moi, apartment!—and no maid! Do have a big, red “Welcome” on the mat! "Tis joy, my dear, for hope began to fade To wish you joy! Modern Willis—Wasn’t that the boldest crime you ever heard of? Gillis—W hat crime? Willis—Didn't you hear about it? Robbers held up and went through the 11:10 train this morning and got 197 doctors’ prescriptions. When Brown's wirk ASKED HIM TO TAKE HER LITTLE DARLING OUT FOR SOME EXERCISE VOTE FOR Drawn ty CW. Kanes The Boss—Aw, watena Givin SLOGAN WE CAN'T Lose! The Bishop’s Reasons By Katuesine Ne y HE Bishop was haled before the conference to give his rea- sons for advocating the admission of women preachers to the con ference and he explained as fol- lows:” First: They are everywhere else: Second: They claim they have done all the work of the church for years and the men have held all . the high places. Third: Vreaching is not the high class job it once was. Men pre- fer to be plumbers, street car con- ductors, ete., in these days. Fourth: Women have done most of the talking for hundreds of v y should be fitted for ing. : If they are good looking, men will be more willing to go to church. n “Don’t YOU THINK OUR CANDIDATE IS A LITTLE LACKING IN THE—ER- QUALIFICATIONS FOR SUCH A HIGH OFFICE TO—ER—ER us! With THem posters AND THAT Sixth: They have had years of prac- tice in cajoling money out of men, and the collections should increase with a woman preacher Finally: They want to be preachers. The Orchestra Customer (in supply store)—Give me a drum of gasoline Clerk—Yes, sit. And yours? Second Customer—Give me a vial of benzine. Clerk—Certainly tleman’s? Maloney—Shure, oi'll hov a bas horn full av kerosene. And the next gen- A Wifely Plan “Still angry with your husband?” Yes.” “But why over a small matter?” “Well, after the quarrel started I thought I might as well get a silk dress out of it as a box of candy.” e such a terrible row comicbooks.com