Judge, 1925-04-25 · page 34 of 36
Judge — April 25, 1925 — page 34: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This is a humorous "crossword poem" designed to be read aloud rapidly—a sound-based wordplay joke rather than a visual cartoon. The text uses homonyms and phonetic spellings to create a double-meaning effect when spoken aloud versus read on the page. The poem tells a domestic story: a woman seeks a wealthy husband ("riches wood make hymn a hole lot bettor"), marries a poor man instead, and ends up doing laundry and domestic drudgery. The moral warns against wasting time on frivolous pursuits. The accompanying illustration shows a doctor getting his "stethoscope and radio phones wired"—likely satirizing either early radio technology confusion or medical quackery. The satire targets marriage expectations and gender roles (women's limited options), presented as light domestic humor typical of 1920s-30s Judge magazine. The "Life, Liberty and Pursuit of Happiness" header ironically frames this tale of constrained female choices.
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Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
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