Judge, 1920-10-30 · page 7 of 32
Judge — October 30, 1920 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Explanation for Modern Readers **Top Cartoon:** A woman named Mary Jones, who lost a gubernatorial election, proposes marriage to her opponent Nathaniel now that he's defeated her. The satire mocks women's political ambition as insincere—suggesting she only wanted power, and now settles for marriage as a consolation prize. This reflects early 20th-century attitudes dismissing women's serious political aspirations. **"The Hobo Angel":** A poem about a deceased vagrant who unexpectedly enters heaven but finds it unbearable. The satire critiques both paradise and the poor: heaven's perfection (no hunger, pain, or need) removes the hobo's entire identity and purpose. He escapes back to earth, preferring struggle to purposeless comfort. It's darkly humorous social commentary on class and meaning. **Bottom Cartoon:** A speaker offers to answer questions; someone shouts "What time is it?"—trivial compared to his serious address. It satirizes audience inattention or heckling at public speeches.
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Drawn by C.W. Kanurs Mary Jones (who has lost the election but not her ambition)—Now THat you HAVE DEFEATED ME FOR THE GoveRNoRsMIP, NaTuANtet, | YOUR FORMER OFFER OF MARRIAGE. The Hobo Angel By Epawnp Vaxce Cooxe T was a ragged angel who came limping down the street; He wore his wings akimbo and was blis tered on the feet; He wore his halo tilted, like he’d been upon a spree, And there were sundry patches on his heavenly robe de nuit. He rubbed a snubby, up-turned nose upon an ample sleeve, As he said, “ Excuse me, stranger, but I’m absent without leave.” He didn’t seem unhappy, for his features wore a grin. As he slowly scraped a three days’ growth upon his stubby thin, And yet there was a troubled look within his wistful eye, And I somehow understood ’twas up to me to ask him why. And when I did, he stood a while upon his other leg, And then he sighed and answered, “Well, I don’t know what to beg. “You sce I was a hobo in the days of used-to-be, And T never once suspected they'd ring heaven in on me; But it scems I got religion just the hour before I died, And they sneaked me off to heaven and they shut me up inside. And believe me! it’s a wonderful and beautiful abode, But it never was intended for a hobo from the road “Well, just as I made up my mind escape was past all hope. I met a friend who said he had some glycerine and soap. The rest was pretty easy for a hobo and a yegg. So here I am, but what's the use? _1 don’t know what to beg! And that’s the worst of heaven; that’s the curse of it, you know. For once you’ve been in heaven, heaven's everywhere you go! “You gee these patches on my clothes? I wished them on myself; These clothes are just as new as if they just got off the shelf; HAVE DECIDED TO ACCEPT This beard is strictly make-up, just put on to make a hit; I limp because I like to and my feet ain't sore a bit. There ain't a thing that ails me and there never can be none, For when you're once an angel, you're an angel—and you're done! and that ain’t “An angel doesn't eat at a half the worst, An angel doesn’t even drink and doesn’t have a thirst An angel doesn’t sleep or need a quarter for a bed, And when there's nothing left to beg. you might as well be dead. So I suppose as soon as I have wandered "round a spell. I'll be hiking back to heaven. Back to heaven! Ain’t it hell?” Suspense She—Tell me, Jack, am I the firs:—— He—Wait— She—Don't stop me. Am I the first girl who ever asked you if she was the first girl you had ever kissed? Drawn by W.O. Wusox + A.C. Speaker (after tiresome harangue)—Berore I sit vows, IF ANYONE WISHES TO ASK A QUESTION, | SHALL BE GLAD TO ANSWER IT. Voice from the rearp—Wuat time 15 11?