Judge, 1935-03 · page 8 of 40
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# Judge Magazine: "Mistress Pepys' Journal" This is a satirical column by Baird Leonard mimicking Samuel Pepys' famous diary, but written from a female perspective observing high society. The two cartoons illustrate humorous domestic situations: **Top cartoon**: A man in formal attire appears confused entering what seems to be a theater or building, with the caption suggesting he's uncertain whether he's waiting for a woman or an elevator—poking fun at gender roles and modern confusion. **Bottom cartoon**: Shows a woman instructing a man on proper etiquette, captioned "Now think hard, dear. It's just like this but it goes on the other foot"—likely depicting instruction on proper formal dress or dance steps, mocking husbands' incompetence at social graces. The column satirizes upper-class social expectations, gender dynamics, and domestic life in the early 20th century.
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