Judge, 1931-11-14 · page 8 of 36
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# "Such a Terrible Memory!" - Judge Magazine Cartoon This page satirizes a wife's frustration with her husband John's poor memory. The dialogue shows her attempting to extract details about a fancy dinner he attended, but he can barely recall what he ate—vaguely remembering "soup" and "fish" without specifics. The cartoon's humor targets the stereotypical absent-minded husband, while the wife's escalating exasperation is played for comedy. The bottom cartoon, titled "Didn't I tell you this was to be a dress parade?" appears to reference confusion over social expectations or formality. The satire gently mocks domestic life and gender dynamics of the era, where wives expected husbands to remember social details while men were portrayed as comically forgetful about domestic matters.
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Such a Terrible Memory! “Wie's that? John, is that you?” Ho hum. Yeah, it’s me. “Oh, I thought you were a burglar. Thank goodness, you're home at 1 . Well, how was the banquet? Tur: on the light and come and tell me all about it. Did you have all sorts of sood things to eat? “Uh-huh.” “Now go ahead and tell me every- thing you had. W kind of appe- tizer did they serve? “Um ... darned if I know.” “Well, think. They must have had some kind of appetizer. Hors d'wuvres or tomato juice cocktail, or fruit cup or grapefruit, or what?” “Yeah. Something like that. Sure “Oh, for goodness’ sake, you have the most terrible memory! Well, what kind of soup “Soup. Lessee . soup? Soup? what kind of I dunno, Name some.” “Oh, John, don't be so hopeless. Why, chicken consommé, or mock turtle, or cream of tomato—was it a clear soup or a thick soup? You ought to remember t at least. “Um... ch No, I guess it was cloudy. Anyway it tasted all right.” “How do you know how it tasted if you can’t even remember what it was? Well, never mind, . . . Then what? Was there fish, or did they go straight to the meat course?” prbatasy Domo JUDGE Veit) aN “How about making arrangements for us to play the police department?” “Darned if I remember.” “Well, try to remember!” “Yeah, I guess there was fish—or something or other.” “Didn't I tell you this was to be a dress parade?” 6 Tar- “Well, think! Tax your brain a little, though I know it’s an awful i . Well, what about the main ‘What was the salad?” “Darn it, how the devil do you ex- pect me to remember. 6 ELL, I should think you might concentrate on remembering, for my sake! I should think you'd want to please me, but not only that—I should think you'd be ashamed to admit you had such a terrible memory. The idea of not being able to remember five or six simple items of food such been familiar with all your li “Ho hum. 'Sthe alarm set? ... Ho hum—hum. ’Sgonna be morning be- fore I get to sleep... . Say, by the way, did you get the prunes yet?” “Prunes? What prunes?’ © “Darn it, the ones I’ve been asking you every day for a weck to get for my breakfast" “Oh, for Heaven's sake, John—if that isn’t just like you. Blame me, when I've told you over and over, when you want me to get you any thing for your breakfast, write it down ake a little memorandum and put it where I'll sce it when you leave in the mornings. Otherwise it’s just your own fault if I forget things —I suppose you think I have no other responsibilities whatsoever to weigh upon my mind that I should occupy it with a silly thing like prunes!” —M. R. Dertricx comicbooks.com SS