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# "The Wireless Widow" — Judge Magazine, April 22, 1922 This poem by George Mitchell satirizes a wife whose husband has abandoned domestic life for golf and radio—two emerging technologies/leisure activities of the 1920s. The humor pivots on "widow" having a double meaning: she's a "golf widow" (neglected wife whose husband golfs constantly) and now a "wireless widow" (her husband prefers radio entertainment at home to her company). The illustration shows the wife looking out a window while her husband enjoys indoor radio, having given up golf. The satire critiques how new technologies—particularly radio's novelty in the early 1920s—were fracturing household attention and marital companionship, replacing time together with solitary male leisure.

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VoLuME 82, NUMBER 2112 Entered as Sec copyrighted 182 [v2 been a widow all my life; That is, since I have been a wife, | Communing with myself, the time, In solitary pantomime. Golf claimed him almost every day, And, as he niblicked on his way, I followed in his gallery “Poor Betty! William Allen W Class Matter, October 21, 1881, at the Post-Office at New York Ci 1s Le Use Pree: } 2g Mctioonet treas.t WD, the Leslie Judge Co.; William Green, Pres.; Douglas i, Cooke, The Wireless Widow By Gerorce MITCHELL Or, on the club house porch, drank tea. First she was a golf widow, and now she’s a wireless widow!” APRIL 22, 1922 J UDGE Editors. Douglas H. Cooke, Eliot Keen, J. A. Waldron il ! Contributing Editor year, 15 ag Hubllahea Weekty and Stary, 027 West id New York’ At night, Bridge took him from my side; I couldn’t play it—though I tried; But sat at home, with ill-content, The while he gambled with the rent. He gave up both. Said he: “I'm through, I'll stay at home alone with you.” But Radio’s got him. Fickle men! And I’m a Widow once again. ‘Agrnus FE Ganeson $A.c;