Judge, 1925-02-07 · page 25 of 36
Judge — February 7, 1925 — page 25: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
**"My Muriel"** (left): A domestic comedy about a husband's failed wit. He jokes that it's warm outside while shivering by the radiator—then compounds the error by romanticizing picking violets in cold weather. His wife Muriel, exasperated, demands he speak plainly: say it's cold if it's cold. The satire targets husbands who think clever wordplay excuses them from honest communication, and wives' frustration with such performative nonsense. It's a period-typical "battle of the sexes" joke. **Top right advertisement**: A Fatima Turkish Cigarettes ad emphasizing that quality costs only "a few cents more"—a sales pitch suggesting premium cigarettes at modest price differences. **Bottom cartoon**: Depicts a suburban home with a "New Apartments for Rent" sign nearby. The caption notes the homeowner built his house seeking "seclusion," but now faces urban encroachment and development—satirizing how suburban isolation proves temporary as cities expand, rendering his retreat obsolete.
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re _* “The weather forecast says colder.” “Why tell it to me? Paste it up where the janitor can see it.” My Muriel ™: BUT us wari out. this morning!” Muriel as I entered our iit t ow and held my hands over the radiator. and pick some » but didn’t Muriel looked at me “Warm!” she exclaimed looked at the thermometer half an hour ag: outside!” “Did you?” IT laughed. “Well, perhaps it has got warm since then Half an hour is quite a long time!” Muriel’s face showed perplexity 5 looked out of th “Well, if it's warm,” st ing me with some doubt, * you holdin and it was six ab window said, € hat a your hands over the radiator for?” “Oh, my dear, that was a joke Don't you understand. I said. it was warm because it is so cold!” T don’t understand any such foolishness at all. And if it is so cold how could there be any violets in blossom in the fiel I walked toward her with smiling face. Vhy, little pet, don’t you n they use sometimes, just the joke to think of picking violets in such cold Wit—that’s all. Don’t see. That's just an expre: She glared at me angrily. “No, I don't see at all. If it’s cold out why don’t you say so, and what under the sun do you want to talk about stopping to pick violets for when you know there are no violets. T think you are just as silly as you can be. The next time you come in and it’s cold, say it’s cold, and then T'll know what you are talking about, and don't talk about wanting to stop to pick anything unless it's there to pick!” “Tl remember, ny love,” T said meekly. William Sanford © What a whale of a difference just a few cents make The man who built him cause he wanted “seclusion.” 23 comicbooks.com